My brother had another surgery on Tuesday. This time it was his ACL (and his PCL, too, it turns out). This knee surgery should complete all of the operations in his immediate future, and his surgeon is pleased with the results.
We're all ready to breathe a collective sigh of relief, but we have to get past the initial pain of recovery and the understandably-grouchy patient living in our upstairs bedroom.
These past 2 weeks, Gabe and Liam have been in California, visiting Grandma and Grandpa Hall. We opted to keep River home since, in the last month, he's had two bleeds that resulted in an ER trip for an infusion, as well as a ruptured ear infection. The poor little guy sure knows how to make the best of things.
As for me, I'm trying something new here. A picture a day for 365 days. So far so good.
I've been struggling with the weight of my world lately. The sad saga of my family's life continues to unfold in tattered ribbons, and it's rough. The days slip past. This is my attempt to mark them.
