Ventilator is now out, and that must indicate at least some improvement. However, going by looks alone, she is not doing well. I swear she must have lost fifteen pounds these past couple of weeks...and that would put her around a huge 85 pounds if I am correct. She is small and frail and oh-so-sick, but not so much so that as soon as she could speak she told the world and signed the papers that she will never go through that again. A do not resuscitate is now on order, so you all know, like me, that this is just a matter of time. I look at her and try to memorize every detail now, as I am certain that this time will be my last opportunity. This is no way for her to have to live...and it tears me up every time I see her.
A child of mine dropped a bombshell on me this past week... I cannot elaborate but suffice it to say that it raised the stress level in my body to past mach 1...as if I needed any help in that area. Not my business to tell, but you all will find out soon enough.
Still looking for an apartment for the middle one...it has taken way more time than it should but I think today will be the day. He did find steady employment yesterday, so that was one tiny thing that made me feel somewhat better.
Do you all remember when I was merely worried about what job I should take?