Let go, let God.

It's been a tough week. Annie's breathing continues to be strained and the meds we were giving her just weren't kicking it. She is now on her third day of the tougher steroids and, when you are in it this deep, it's just hard to tell how much she is improving. I just can't believe this is happening in August. It's going to be a long winter.

Last week, I came home after a tough doc's appointment with Annie. The toughest part being the option I want, to find the miracle cure that will just make this all go away, doesn't exist. There isn't a miracle drug and we are resorting to doing our best. So, on the heels on this disappointing dose of reality, I run into our broker (oh yes, we're selling out apt) and strike up a conversation. She has been through some challenges of her own with their (not so little) guy and she is as equally Type A as I am. She shared that when things are tough, she resorts to this prayer/mantra/release: "Let go, let God". It has become something I have held on to tightly these past few days. I share it with all of in love and hope that perhaps we can all, event the Type As among us, release a bit of that fear to someone/thing greater and get on with the stuff that we can fix.