Joe’s home. Our family is complete again. But there is still a long road to being fully recovered. He’s posted a little about his surgery here. I wanted him to take a picture of his chest and post it but he doesn’t even want to take a picture. I guess it’s just too painful for him to look at it in the mirror so why take a picture.
It’s been an emotional rollercoaster. More so since he’s come home, at least for me. So I’m feeling very blah. I didn’t even feel like posting but I thought that I should just so my friends and bloggy friends can know what’s going on. Here’s my “woe is me” moment: I’m feeling neglected.
I shouldn’t feel that way, I guess. I mean, I’ve had Joe’s parents here to take care of the kids. And now Joe’s brother is here to help take care of Joe. My sister sent a care package that included fabric from her and from my mom. But I’m still just feeling bad for myself.
I’m sure I’ll snap out of it soon.
