Good or Bad?

·         Beth wept as we left the unit for the first few days. One day, she merely sniffled and didn’t cry until we were driving home. I called it progress at the time, but I’m not sure.

·         We came out one day both thinking about the future, Beth saying she’d die if we had to do this all summer or for the indefinite future. We just couldn’t do it. I replied that we could. We wind up just doing what needs to be done, surprising ourselves at first but eventually just accepting it. It becomes the new normal, the new routine. What a hopeful and terribly discouraging thought.

·         Chelsey has started talking about coming home, whereas at first she was belligerently ordering us to just leave her there and let her die. In fact, she’s taken to banging on the unit door during the day shouting to get out. She’s been dropping to the floor like a limp rag when it’s time for us to leave, refusing to leave the little private visiting room and go back to the unit. Uncooperative, yet positive and healthy from my perspective.