Last night, exactly one month after my previous post, I re-read what I'd written on June 30th.
The good news is that both are going to get better.
I was wrong. So tragically wrong.
After improving for six days, things went to hell and my brother died a week later. Meanwhile, my father is undergoing treatment for a tumor on his spine. Not sure a remedy exists to cure his breaking heart--nor how much "better" he'll ever be.
Life has taken a huge u-turn, but I'm coping.
And, at this point, I'm finished blogging about it.