Frustration
Tonight I'm feeling a strange combination of anger and gratitude.
Scott is doing "fine". I left to come home for dinner and bedtime with Kate. Tom and Ann were troopers and jumped in to come sit with Scott for a short while tonight to make me feel better. Thanks guys!
As my Grandma told me tonight "I picture Scott in this giant circle of hugs and love". It's so true. Scott has so many of his wonderful friends and family surrounding him with love. His doctors and nurses, many of whom have become family, rally by his side every time he tries to do something stupid.
Everyone that meets Scott loves him. His charm, his humor, his integrity, his patience, his witt, his grace. He's an amazing father and a girl couldn't ask for a better husband (I know these things). I have never meet a nicer human being on this earth.
Which brings me to the angry part. Why in the world is this man being tortured? Why can't he catch a break? Why do I look at a photo of a man wanted for murder that looks perfectly healthy while Scott fights day after day, hour after hour?
There is no reasonable answer to these questions. I'm not trying to rain on anyones parade. I certainly am grateful that he's still here fighting the good fight but for FUCKS sake. This man, my husband, deserves to be at home laughing with me as we talk about Kate's latest wild escapade. He doesn't deserve to be alone in the hospital.
I'm sorry this post is so bitchy. I just know that Scott isn't finished yet. I know there is more illness brewing on the horizon, I can smell it.
Alright, enough of the whine fest. Going to sleep in hopes of dreaming a beautiful dream where Scott is playing peek a boo with Kate. I assure you there is not a more beautiful sound on earth then the two of them laughing together.
Rant over.