“Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family.” (Anthony Brandt, 1984)

Good luck, Noah; you’ll kick ass tomorrow (of course), and the rest of it will pass.

You’d figure that there would be some karmic balance, that spending this much time in the peds ICU would mean that my life outside the hospital would be nice and uncomplicated. Alas, that’s not what’s in the cards, apparently; between people getting sick in my family, confusion and tension in my personal life, and a general feeling of unsettledness, I can’t help but peek around every corner wondering what’s next. And in general — and I know this will shock you all — I don’t like that feeling, especially given the big things that are coming up over the next few weeks.