Snorkel....
I have had a week. You know the kind. My snorkel has been taking on water with each wave that hits... making it hard to breathe... And the brief moment after it fills, I panic. Trying to remember the next step... Scrambling. Until I remember... And then I force the water out.... Push it with prayer... I breathe. I felt completely numb this week in Denver. The words, The plans, The advice... It felt ice-cold to me... I feel tired. I feel frustrated. I feel defeated. Parklen is not complete. and although that is true, his illness is not at its worst. He is not as bad as he once was. Which makes things tricky. It means that....once again, his future is uncertain. It means that for now, We wait. We maintain, We tread water. Clearing the water as it comes... pushing it out so that we can breathe. The doctor talked about some future options and places we may have to go... but the if and the when are not known, We convinced him to sign off