My heart. I am sitting here, at my own physical therapy appointment, and crying tears for reading all this. My heart is just so broken for you, and your sweet family.

I love you guys so much and hate this post so much on your behalf. It is not fair. It is not right. You deserve so much different and so much more. I want so badly to make it better, but cannot. And so, most often it is just easiest to not respond, but that feels so dang crappy too. I always love you and always pray for God to intervene and heal. And I always am so mad that healing does not come. And then, in the face of nowhere else to turn, I turn again to God, praying again. It's all I've got, except for love, which I think is the same. And it still feels lacking. Ugh. Love you.