Hospital food

Well at least she ate a bit more today.

Rollercoaster of a day. Went up for a couple of hours before they chucked us out. London was hot and not very pleasant. I came home, tired and frankly emotionally exhausted. 

She has been better but also not better. Two steps forward, one step back. Three steps sideways, a plunge into the abyss, a leap forward, a trip and a fall. All I know is that I feel helpless in the face of her pain, anxiety and distress. She is my heroin. And my heroine. I wish I could do more. 

I wish it was me.