This is another in a series transposed from my paper journal that was written while I was with my daughter at the hospital.
Maybe a Light
There is hope we may go home tonight. If not then, possibly tomorrow. I'm certainly not going to count on anything at all. It looks good, but I'm almost afraid to be happy about anything. I've thought she was getting better so many times then was told more bad news.
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One Year Ago Today: