Tuesday, January 29, 2008
I was testing out a new printer yesterday with pictures that we have taken over the years. I came across this one, and looking at it I found myself yet again with tears streaming down my face.
I've been crying a lot the last week or so. I'm scared.
I took this picture of Kara by the ocean near Santa Monica in October of 2005. We were there for an Angel Flight meeting, and had an hour or two to take a walk along the beach. At that time, the gains we thought we had made with Kara's health earlier in the year were quickly evaporating, and we had just decided to send her to the clinic here in Dallas for what we hoped would be a few weeks of treatment.
Now, two and a half years later, we seem to have truly reached an impasse. The doors are closing so fast, and the windows don't seem to want to open. Kara is still not able to eat, and she has been reacting badly to the IV nutrition that she is on.
I have a vivid imagination, and can usually come up with creative solutions to all kinds of problems. Why can't I think of something to make my wife well?