Tomorrow we leave for Family Week. A friend referred to it as "family camp". I laughed and said it will be more like "hell week". I am trying to think of a good analogy for something like this. You are facing something tough. You know you have to go through it, no real outs. You know things will be better (hopefully) when you come out the other side but you sure as heck don't want to go through the process. How about Labor and Delivery? Maybe thats a good comparison.

Most of this apprehension I am experiencing likely comes from fear of the unknown. I have no idea what will be thrown at us when our daughter gives her "life story". Sometimes ugly stuff comes out. In an odd sort of way, I hope some yucky stuff does surface. Real healing cannot occur with infected puss laying below the surface. Let's lance the wound and expose the sore to air and light.

Of course I doubt if its one particular thing. More like several injustices served to her during her life, some baring more weight than others. Whatever ... lets all just deal with it.

On a brighter note ... we get to spend time with good friends again. One is picking us up at the airport, taking us to a great Mexican restaurant and letting us hang during the day and the other is hosting us for our stay at the treatment center. Both couples are great hand holders during this difficult time.

Need to go pack. All prayers welcome for our time out west.

Gearing up,
Caroline

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