Counting...

I'm so tired of this crazy life, living mostly at the hospital and just a bit at home. Hurrying to get there before the doctors round. Wanting answers where there is none. Yet in the midst of this rain I can find a multitude of reasons to dance, a thousand ways to brighten the day of others. There's a family down the hall that's been here nine weeks while we've been here one. We share our muffins with the security guard. We hang lights and decorate the hospital room for Christmas, hoping this will be one holiday we can celebrate at home. My brother plays games with one of the other patients here. Jon can eat whatever he wants, we no longer have to hide it, spell it out, or tell him no when he asks for it. Sometimes someone brings us a homemade meal and we enjoy the short break from food prepared at home in a hurry and cafeteria food. If we look hard enough, even the darkest cloud will contain a glimmer of silver lining if I will focus on the light.