Sissy called her oncologist almost an hour ago to see if he had the report of the brain scan and the woman there said he was out for the rest of the day and he would need to read it. She told sissy that he will be in tomorrow and would let her know then. Fuck. Another FOF.
Again, just begging for strength. I'm reading Job and it makes me feel not quite so shitty for losing faith at times. Even Job cursed the day he was born and wanted himself to have died in the womb. That is how I feel some days. Tomorrow will be excruciating, along with tonight. I pray that we have the strength to handle this.