As I suspected, the doctors are recommending no more treatments for my sister, just focus on QOL. Other sister and I are trying to figure out what that might look like, where she'd stay, etc. I doubt she's thought about where to go next.

Also it's raining and I have no coat and will get soaked on my way to class this afternoon.

Today sucks.

I'm so sorry, Kate.

Burrell, how scary and upsetting. I hope today gets better for you in some way.

ita_!, I hope the letter helps.

In news of things that are amusing to me: the letter in the GCS update I posted is an amazing example of overwrought teen fiction. All of my beta readers were highly skeptical of it. But it prompted a post, so that's good.

I'm sorry, Burrell. That's gotta be tough.

I'm so sorry, Burrell. Wishing you all strength.

Oh, man, Burrell. I know it's a long shot, but if there is anything my limited capacities can help with, I would like to.

My friends are under too much right now. Do not like.

Thanks, Jilli.

Amy--when you get the package can you tell me if I wrote my name on it? I usually don't, but the mail room knew it was mine, so I want to know if they're psychic or not.

Burrell,

shit.

Thanks everyone. As others have said before me when they were going through shit, just having a place where I can talk about it helps.

Man, I am sorry it's such a hard day. Burrell, wishing you and your family all strength. Kate, I am so sorry for your loss.

I'm sorry, Burrell. I hope for as good a QoL as possible for your sister.

I am having a day. My dad has been on a list for a corneal transplant for about a year now. He called around ten saying that he'd gotten the call and he needed to be at the hospital in my town at 6:30 AM tomorrow. So I booked flights for him and my sister, while my sister booked a hotel and rental car. (At 85 he didn't want to drive for 6 hours the day before the surgery.)

My sister then calls me from the airport to get me to confirm the location with the doctor's office. When I call, the receptionist tells me they've been trying to call my dad for the last hour...the cornea is no good. If he comes up, they can still remove his cataract, but it will mean two surgeries instead of one.

Cue frantic calls to airport and my mom. My dad does not want to go for just the cataract surgery. Unbelievably we managed to cancel the flight and get a full refund since it was booked less than 24 hours ago. So glad everything worked out, but oi! the rollercoaster. I need a drink and a good meal.