We've settled into the quiet wait for our MD Anderson appointment. Fatigue has set in as well as deep sadness. The words of encouragement that have sustained my emotional energy are waning. In a week's time, we've lost our busy lives. No more committee work, writing assignments, lengthy meetings, running errands. Our daily focus centers around pill and shot schedules, timely phone calls from doctors,  and finding food that is kind to Rob's stomach. 

I sit and stare a lot. While Rob naps, I memorize, trying not forget a single detail, a single curve. Pain makes him withdraw and I helplessly search for ways to comfort. 

Prayer is less crying and more listening now.