OK, this is cool. I wanted to hesitate on reporting it until it had at least a little time to be seen. Sue's anxiety - that heart-pounding, mind-numbing stuff that paralyzes - suddenly vanished about 2:40 on Sunday afternoon. It's real. Things have not let up, but her peace, while tempered by the surroundings, is real. Yay God! That's exactly what we've been praying for.
Her part of the decision about Charlie was not overwhelming. She says, "That's not my decision; I'm just giving voice to his own decision." She wept for a few hours, and then we played Balderdash as a family. (You haven't played Balderdash until you've played it with my family! ROFL!) Very comforting!
Sue is still stunningly weak. A week without eating and hardly sleeping does that. She's catching up.
Mike is going to look into getting set up as Conservator for Charlie. That means he'll be the point man on Charlie's situation, interacting with doctors, banks, police, etc. Mike is great.
My mom ("The Mom Who Rocks") has been staying in touch with Sue's mom. Her hearing aids have failed, so she's fiddling with that. Yesterday, Janet said, "You know, today's the first day I really haven't felt well."
Thanks so much for your prayers!
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