I am on the way to take Tiny Daughter M to her second MRI. Neither one of us is excited about this. It is times like this that I miss believing in God. I don't believe in petitionary prayers, but it would be nice to feel like I could do something. All I get to do is hold onto her foot while she slides into the big, noisy, scary tube and wish I could take her place.
In good news, she had her first physical therapy appointment and she really liked it. Now she is looking forward to Tuesday mornings.