When it rains, it pours… not only did my bro have surgery today (everything went great, he is doing well), but so did another relative (also went well), plus I found out a dear friend is in the hospital. In many ways, it’s easier to be the patient than the one worried about your loved one. I hate the feeling of helplessness that accompanies that desire to do something, ANYTHING, to help, when there is nothing that can easily be done.
All I can do right now is send thanks that I am well enough that I can at least do something for my friends and family, do what I can to help them, and then send out prayers/good thoughts for the rest. I hate this 🙁