I.  Wow.  Trying to write these words.  Writing it.  Seeing it in black and white makes it so real.  So incredibly real.

I suppose I should start by having you read this post on My Sister.  It’s only a month or so old.

So.  Her health is getting worse faster than they anticipated.  As of typing this, she has a week or two to get a transplant, or the next step is hospice.  Once hospice, they really only give it 3-4 months.

Her camp is fighting to get her a transplant, but the team sees her as noncompliant in a couple of really stupid ways.  So we’ll see.

I am not letting go of hope, but I’m also forcing myself to see reality.  I can’t assume either way basically.

And that’s all I’m really up to saying on the subject.

Assume you’ll hear from me either way this goes.