the last year.
This blog is long over due but I have been avoiding it. Partially maybe because I want to deny it but it keeps rolling around in my head and it makes me extremely sad. I've always given myself the advice to "stop thinking" and don't let life get you down, the more you analyze something the more life you give it, the worse it becomes. So I've stuck my head in the sand for the last 3 months or so...and every time I peek out I regret it. Recapping last blog, mom had a possible miracle, we were headed to a Neurosurgeon hoping to get a shunt placed and mom would be back to normal right. WRONG. The doctor's visit was a disaster, the worst actually. He suspected she had been misdiagnosed and to spare everyone the details he was a complete ass about it. I have never been so mad in my life, not just because he took my miracle away but because he was so mean, literally he acted as if my mother was a waste of space. I looked at him in tears at the end of the very