It has been several days for my dad in ICU and I feel like the time just drips by with no real answers or change. They seem to celebrate each small accomplishment, but it is hard for me to see when I feel like I have lost my best friend.
My sister flew in from California and we are trying to figure out all of the issues involved and the possible arrangements.
I can't seem to find a good sleep or stop feeling nauseous. I am hoping for the best, but I have to say that gets hard.
Peace to you and yours.
