My husband, a good man, says things like "how do we put up with this for the next ___ years" - and it breaks my heart - "put up with"? How dare he say that? Madeleine McCann's parents would give their kidneys to put up with Madeleine for even one more day. Dear God, I can barely function with all of this. I know it sounds as if I'm a wimp - but I'm not - I fight like a dog for my son. I'm his mother, coach, teacher, protector, and lawyer - even defending him to his own father but God I'm tired. I'll rest when I'm dead.
Friday the 9th, Andrew has surgery. We had the blood work and the pre-op and that was stressful enough. Andrew has a total nervous breakdown anytime we go near a doctor's office. Extreme anxiety. Friday will be bad getting him to the hospital and inside. It is just an adenoidectomy for Christ's sake - but for Andrew - it might as well be sending him to the electric chair. He will be a mess and I will be a rock while my heart breaks for him again.