She's doing fine. Still making small progress, but it's progress. When will she be able to come home? No idea. It will probably still be quite a while. There is a chance that we may be able to bring her to the house for Thanksgiving, but the chance is microscopic, so don't want to get too excited. She did get her hair done! The hair angel (the woman who does her hair) came and made her beautiful out of the kindness of her heart. Didn't charge a cent, which is why I call her the hair angel. Personally I thought the grey was rather fetching, but Pam wasn't feeling it and as we all know, if Pam doesn't like it then it gets changed. The city of Evanston's landscaping department has learned that lesson the hard way. Let's just say she should add "volunteer midnight gardner" to her resume.
In the meantime, we're all just plugging along. Trying to adjust to the new normal. It's not easy. Frankly, I'm pretty pissed at the universe. Hey universe, you're on my shit list. You've been warned. Is this some cruel joke at my expense?
Mostly though, I'm just lost. Trying to look for a lesson. That's all you can do in this kind of shitty situation, right? Figure out how to adapt and how to learn something, anything, just so at the very least this experience doesn't completely take me down.
So far, this is what I've got:
1. Somewhere there's a lesson in all of this
2. No, not everything happens for a reason
I'll keep looking.
Love each and every one of you. Thank you for being a constant force. My promise to you all is that I will continue to fight as hard as she is and continue to become the human I know my mom expects from me. Until then, bare with me.
No comments:
Post a Comment