SAME OLD SAME OLD

I've been avoiding this blog, because every time I begin writing, it becomes a tired rendition of what seems to have become my life - driving up to the Tucson Medical Center to spend quite literally just a few minutes with my brother, with the overhanging concept of amputation, possible amputation, scheduled amputation, changing the date of amputation.

I'm tired of the drive.

I'm tired of the visits.

I'm tired of the doctors/surgeons changing their minds. And opinions. And timing.

But of course, my brother is the one who is going to be losing his leg.

He is the one being forced to wait in the hospital ward, in the hospital bed.

So I really have no reason to complain.

But I am.