Seems there is always 'too much going on'. This month Dad has a heart catheterization, then next month, another Basal Cell Carcinoma taken off his face. It's close to the big scar from several years ago. It started out the size of a pencil eraser, and ended up huge. About the diameter of a golf ball, and so deep they had to graft skin from his thigh.
His strength just gets lower and lower, and he wants to do so much.
To Alex...you may think you can read my mind, but you are SO far off. I wish you could accept the caring that is available here, but sadly I don't think you can. I am very sad that I wasn't strong enough to 'carry' you in the midst of your trials, or offer you any REAL comfort.
I wish you the best! Peace is not new to me...it carries me through my dark days. I truly wanted that for you, and still do!
