I am weary. Tired. The files are getting bigger and the folders are getting fatter, and my head hurts. I need to finish it all this week. 5 more things to get through. No time to post and no time to read. And I wake every hour with more questions lined up in my head. Therefore..... I am weary. Tired.
I am looking at the papers "objectively" and then every now and then I see the man. I am the only one who can see him. I look at the x-ray of his chest and it looks like him, not just bones. I look at a photo of him just after his first op in March last year in the hospital, and then one taken 3 days before he died in the hospital and I can't understand why the weight recorded on the charts is the same. The man is half the size he was. I have to get this right.
So I have nothing to say that won't bore you all to death. I will be back when I have the energy.
My sister will be here this time next week.
And there are a lot more people out there who are in far more overwhelming positions than I am. Kelli needs your prayers. It is humbling to be reminded.