Today was the day of A’s Surgery. The final diagnosis came out, and it was not as great as we had hoped.
I still don’t know if its fully hit me yet. After I returned from the hospital, I went through the motions of the day with nothing really going through my mind.
Numb. Numb in shock, numb in disbelief, numb in sadness.
Yet as I did more research and gained more knowledge, small rays of another force crept through the gloom.
Hope. Hope can be such a fragile thing. Hope can crash and leave one floundering in the depths of despair, but it can also break through the darkest of moments and give one strength to fight back and triumph. There will always be hope.
It will be a tough, grueling, long journey. But hope will light the torch.