I am an anxious mess, already. I am barely sleeping and I am flipping out at every turn of the road.
If you're so inclined, I'd appreciate prayers, thoughts, love, candles, whatever you think might help.
The last time we got the reports it was like Otis died in my arms all over again. I am terrified this will be another one of those days.
I can't fathom it getting any harder. Well, actually, I can...but I can't fathom being able to muster any sort of strength to make it through life if it gets any harder. It's already taking every bit of reserve I have. And it's already unbearable. And it's only Monday. Mondays are usually the easiest day of my week.