My lovely daughter Emily is fighting for her life. She may not be aware of it beneath the surgeon’s knife, admitting of a doubt for her is never rife.
I wish I might have half as much courage in my own meagre confrontations with the symptoms that I’ve grown accustomed to and which are vastly overblown.
I had to get this down on paper in order to handle the over-pressing concerns that I'm trying to deal with. Your prayers and good wishes for Emily's recovery from the SCT procedure conducted today are besought.