In Fine Form

I sometimes run aground on self-pity, particularly on those occasions when it seems there is no way past it but to go through it.  But it's not a destination.  Self-pity is dangerous in the long run.  For the last couple of days I wallowed in it.  Now it's time to put it behind me and head for safer waters.

First, it's important to remember that the Bone Marrow Transplant Clinic's reluctance to release Roger is not due to any change for the worse in his condition.  He continues to improve, slowly and steadily and, for that, we are grateful.  The disappointment that we felt was caused solely by us, by an unrealistic expectation we created in our own minds that he would be discharged on a particular date.  Being told he's not ready to go home is perhaps a smack upside the head as a reminder that we must still be cautious.  Roger is not safe yet.  Okay, message received.

The second thing to note is this.  We are fighting for our life here, not just for survival, but a life that is independent and unrestricted. We will go along with the rules as far as needed to get Roger healthy and keep him safe.  When the rules serve only bureaucracy, that's another matter.  There's still some fight in us yet.
--Candi