I am so glad things are going well with Doc, he's got a whole team working together just for him. For the first time people actually care about him and doing what's best for him. It's really amazing. He starts his day at 7 and is in appointment after appointment and by the end of the day (we really by the middle of the day) he's spent. He really has nothing left to talk to me or TC.
She asked "daddy go home" which in TC language means she is asking for him to come back. Ugh, this time is worse than last, she has been CRAZY. We had a little chat about missing Daddy and talking about it before we throw things across a room, I am not sure if it really sunk in though.
For me, I am glad he's finally getting the testing needed for a proper diagnosis but I miss him! It was a long mentally/physically draining week taking TC to her appointment then Little A being sick and all the other things that come along in life - it would have been nice for him to ask me how I was doing...I know, I'm being selfish again but I can't help it. I am always telling him that I am thankful that he is doing this for the good of our family, I appreciate the strain he puts himself through on a daily basis would it kill him to simply ask how I am doing? I am very "woe is me" right now so I will stop.
3 more weeks, we both need to survive and on the other side we will both be better for it.