I just feel so terrible that you are dealing with what you are dealing with. How can anyone possibly come back from that? You take hit after hit and all you seem to have anymore is me. Don’t get me wrong, I make a mean care package but how much can I really help with all of this? I’m genuinely worried about you. Which I shouldn’t be. You’re being brave. Which is more than I could say for myself if the tables were turned. You happen to be the one with the problem. So why are you hugging me and saying everything will turn out okay? There’s no way I can possibly help. But I so terribly want to. I just want to see you smile again.