There are deep, dark pillows encircling her eyes. She finds it hard to wake each morning. She is tiring more easily. Yet, she has finally "kicked" the cold that has held on for months now.
The Dancing Queen looks so sick to me. And yet, I'm supposed to be happy with how she is doing now.
I'm not happy though. I want her to be fixed! I want her to not worry about fatiguing from swinging 10 minutes by herself on the big girl swing. I want her to look like a little girl instead of a tired old woman in a teeny, tiny body.
This sucks! It just sucks to know my daughter is steadily declining, so slowly that nobody else notices. They make me feel as if I am wrong to notice the little things. She is not improving.
She saw her pulmonologist yesterday. He was happy to see her smile; to see her play; to know the joy that is my beautiful daughter. But did he do anything to help her stop desatting as she sleeps? Did he give us a plan to make her healthy?
Yes, we've changed a med and it may help her breathe easier, but nothing was changed. Not really. Unless she gets worse, nothing will change.
And I'm not happy about that.