I am sitting in our den, barely able to function today. I feel weak kneed like I did the day I found out Duke had a brain tumor.
I'd like to report progress today, that I'm feeling better, that things are looking up, but i can't because they are not. I feel so alone, I need to hear Duke's voice, feel his touch, kiss his face. I know this is not helping me so I will try harder.
My thoughts go out to all of the brain tumor warriors and caregivers I've crossed paths with since August of 2011. 
I will try again another day.