I'm sitting here watching my little sister sleep after what has been a ridiculously bad day for her. I promised her that I wouldn't tell the whole world all of her secrets, so I will, instead, tell you that my sister is the bravest person I know.
She hasn't been feeling very well for a very long time now, so part of trying to get her better is a series of tests that will tell the docs here in Cleveland how they can fix her. Logically, we know that these guys are the best, and mentally, we know that this test is what is necessary, but it didn't do a damn thing to make it any easier to endure.
But my sister took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, and said "Let's get this over with" before I was able to figure out where to hang our coats. She was brave. Oh, my God, was she brave. I stood behind her to lend what I hoped was feeble support, but instead all I could do was bawl that my little sister had to be so scared and in so much pain.
It bloody well sucked.
Tomorrow morning, bright and early, she'll have the monitor removed, and then we can prepare for the next test. The only good thing with this one is that we already know that she will be knocked out for it.
Too bad I won't be, but I promise that I'll try to be a little brave.....and maybe worthy of a sister like our dear Aunt Chrissy....
Keep those happy thoughts, kids. We'll see you on the other side!