One is reminded of the brevity of life when one learns of a young mother about to pull the life support on a 3-week old premature infant. As we have traversed a difficult year with a baby grandson one's heart can only ache for the loss that this family will feel. How is one supposed to feel when we see life slipping away but when we also realize that there is no hope? We pray that we can let go with love and compassion. We can put forth all of the right words and polite platitudes but until we face the situation directly we do not know how we will feel or react. My 60+ years on this earth have taught me that much. I try not to be too assertive as to what I would do or how I would feel because I know my mind can tell me one thing and my heart can tell me something entirely different. Been there. Done that.
Weight loss...good days and bad days. A lot of work! A lot of planning! Watching everything I put in my mouth. Feeling better. Looking better. But a bit discouraged today, knowing any of the 'good' stuff can be very detrimental to the process very quickly!
