Monday, September 21, 2009
9/15/09
My father is always our comic relief, our strong-hold, our rock. Today, I saw my rock reduced to a pebble. Nikki’s hip has been bleeding blood and pus through the bandage at an alarming rate. The nurses are not allowed to change the bandaging on it because of the seriousness of the wound, so the smell and sight of the area are repulsive. The alarm in Dad’s eyes cut me. I can see the emotional and financial strain building behind his thick glasses, eclipsing his piercing blue eyes. In the last forty-eight hours, my heart has been broken and emotions strained until I thought I could bear no more, but I still had strength, I still had spirit. But now I’ve nearly lost even that.
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Carrie, Im praying for your sister and your family. I cant help myself from crying while reading this, as I too have two younger sisters. I feel your pain, I could imagine what you are feeling, when I was younger when my sisters would get thier shots and cry, I would cry with them, I couldnt imagine something like this happening. You are strong in the sense that you are able to write about this, I know it may be your way of coping with it. Keep your strength, your sister will be able to feel it and feed off of it, and that is what she needs more than anything right now, is you and your strength. Sisters have strong bonds, she can feel your pain, as you feel hers, she can feel your sadness, as you feel hers, so just be strong and pray, she will feel that, and God will too. I know Im praying. I love you both.
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