. . . it is easy to grow weary of fighting the battle to make sure that what is done is in Katya's best interests.
. . . it is easy to let other's negative responses to my efforts to make sure my daughter's best interests are met depress and drag me down. It's a good thing that I'm getting slowly wiser in putting on my tough Mommy-skin and not letting their arrows pierce me.
. . . I just want to curl up in a ball and bawl at the frustration and pain I see Katya go through with her lack of communication.
. . . I am not so strong and brave and cheerful as I wish I were.
. . . only my firm belief in God and His promises is all that gets me through yet another day.
. . . I am angry beyond words at the evil in this world that allowed my daughter to suffer, and at the evil in this world that allows her to still be taken advantage of due to her inability to talk.
. . . there is no way I can let myself really think or feel about what is going on with all of this or I would not be able to function as I need to.
And sometimes . . . sometimes . . . I can not wait for Heaven . . . God willing, Katya will have a new and perfect body there, with the ability to function completely perfectly.