Slow Moving Days.

I'm beginning to dread the early morning phone call. It's never good news.

Brian was re-admitted to the hospital last night. Nausea, chest pains, faint and dizzy. When I heard Gina's voice, I am pretty sure I also experienced all of those symptoms.

I'm tired. And if I'm tired, then I know Brian, Gina, and my mom are even more tired.

I've experienced the full range of emotions over the past 5 days. I've looked inward, outward, and upward for comfort, inspiration, hope, courage, and knowledge. My friends and family have been incredible. The outpouring of concern and prayers and love has been overwhelming.

I deal with this by talking, and sharing, and believing in the power of collective positive thought.

My wish for today is that we get some answers. Either way. The not knowing is the worst thing. Minds wander to dark places. My wish is for light, or even a silver lining.

*Update*.....surgery tomorrow. They need to operate before they really know what they're dealing with, so I hope they're confident. STRESSBALLS.

x h