Quiet Hope

It’s lovely to have my brother here. He loves my girl, and it’s heartbreaking to see her so unwell.

Will the sickness break? Or will I keep watching it attack her mind and body? That question is a constant presence.

The routine remains — work, school, animals, two houses, hospital.

I try not to think about the what ifs.

I try not to think about the kids hearing the word death, or the weight of that worry settling on them.

So I just get on with it.

I make the day as normal as possible.