Well, we're still here. In this small room. In this hospital. 100 miles and 2 hours away from home. We are starting on week 4. And today is a crummy day. Lezly sounds and feels more congested. She's throwing up and blowing her nose. She's running fever. She's sleeping. She's not eating as well. And I too am feeling quite cruddy. I have a sore throat. A headache. Fever. I'm tired. Oh so very tired. And we are so ready to go home.
Home. 100 miles away. 2 hours away. Home. Yes we are so ready to go home. But we're here until we're good enough to go home. No one understands what we go through here. Everyone tells me to think positive thoughts.
Positive thoughts. Hmm. Well...I'm positive that my baby is dying from this ugly disease. I'm positive that we've been in this hospital for almost 4 weeks. I'm positive that Lezly and I are alone here. I'm positive that friends and family are not always there for us. I'm positive that I hate CF. I'm positive that I'm tired. How are these for positives?
Oh and one more positive...I'm positive we're starting on week 4 in this small room. In this hospital. 100 miles and 2 hours away from home.
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