Yesterday was just horrible. Daughter has sunk even further down into herself, almost inaccessible, and we had to justify saving her life all over again to the gastroenterologist, which I wasn't prepared for so was inarticulate, because I've lost any surety of what's the right thing to do, for her. I'm not even going to attempt to describe where my head's at right now - it's bad enough feeling it without picking it all out in words.

I'm trying to be grateful for what I do have but it's a struggle. Son, YD, Bloke, GS, friends.