I believe I have lost my patience. Really I can feel the battle raging and I just want to hide under the covers! I'm stressed, I'm angry, and I'm tired.
Sam's surgery is Monday. Yes I'm worried. I know it's not right, but it's the truth. The surgery itself will take less than 10 minutes. But still thats 10 minutes of him being 'out'. I'll probably be a crying mess. Thankgoodness D is going with me, and a friend is meeting us there. Praying that they let me walk him to the OR. I think that will be better. Course it may not be.
And peoples 'pat' answers don't help matters. Friendship is what matters most in these situations. Not some reply to try and make me feel better.
I've been studying like a MAD WOMAN for EE. I'm pretty sure I have the introduction and Grace down. Next up MAN!
Please don't ask about the house. I really don't want to talk about it! However please pray that we have some concrete information by Wednesday. If we have nothing we have a huge decision to make starting then. It's not going to be pretty!