Some Days Are Better Than Others

A visitor--who has spent much time in the hospital himself--told me yesterday to expect a cha-cha. Two steps forward, one step back.

There have been some struggles today. Merrie’s body is having a hard time readjusting to real food. More important, breathing has been hard.

As I write this, she’s trying to rest with a breathing mask on her face. Things are not made easier (for us, anyway) by five different kinds of alarms going off incessantly--in our room, and in neighboring rooms.

I have learned to love the welcome sound of a soft click, as a vital sign improves enough to stop the alarm.

And so today we struggle for hope in the midst of a wait laced with anxiety.