I've drafted about 5 different blog posts. I have posts that were drafted while we were still in Ohio and then another that I wrote on our drive home. But I cringe with every word I have to write. I want to share how the rest of our week went after the procedure, but the truth is that it was awful. I am so, SO tired of updating here just to share with you that we aren't doing well. I hate it!
Above anything, I don't want to share the post that I am about to share. It's updates like these that rob our family from the lies that 'were living happily ever after' (what a tricky lie we tell ourselves, to enjoy the moment). We wear a smile until the truth is revealed and all that happiness is stolen from us because of this awful frickin disease! I hate it, I hate it, I HATE IT!
I've called the school to begin the process to get Annabelle registered for Kindergarten. Honestly, Annabelle hasn't even made it to preschool much in the last month since we've been home. She's made it to school about once or twice x week but doesn't seem to have the energy to attend much more than that. In the grand scheme, she doesn't need to go but she wants to ride the bus and be like her friends.. so darnit, she's going.
She sleeps late in the mornings and tires very quickly. Her mood is shifting a lot too, she's angry and frustrated with us nearly all the time, her patience is so thin which tells me she is uncomfortable and in pain. She cries almost every single day that she hurts, and I just can't imagine what she must be physically enduring. Her tiny body is failing her and rotting from the inside out, and all we can do is give her a hug and remind her how much we love her and how strong she is.