My precious Aunt Margaret is dying.  Terry and Laurie are keeping vigil over her.  Laurie's two girls flew over.   I remember the feelings from my time with Daddy as I see my cousins going through a similar time.  The long days, watching the breathing, remembering days now past, prayers and realizing the massive life shifts,  while sitting quietly watching and waiting.

Yesterday was my first full day at work.  I felt a bit more normal, as in "my normal routine" which is comforting, but had to have others take over rooming patients by 10:40 as my foot/ankle was hurting.  Discouraging,  but easier to admit,  without shame, than ever before.  Growth!  Vulnerability!   And it's good.  PT was very helpful, rather painful and sorta discouraging as I see how little I can actually accomplish. But..I am staying in the moment and learning... I'm staying with the feelings of helplessness and needing help.  I'm open to allowing others to be themselves and assist me.  I see their pleasure in assisting me with the various things that are difficult for me right now.   The needs are lessening, but I am embracing my situation with greater ease...yes, I am!