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i really don't remember if you told me about PET or not, but luckily a member of the list contacted them, and mr green has been super about giving support. I haven't written the list, the below poem gives some good idea why. Dawana is doing a little better, she had a good day on Fri, then 2 real bad days. I went home mon to see the boys, ended up coming back a day early, she had a bad night again last night. She is waking up enough for me to read her the cards now, but things are still very fuzzy. She didnt remember a friend she has known for 20 yrs last nnight, etc, but the fact that she gets cards letters angels etc means a lot to her. I won't be writting much more about us, until things are much more stable. the highs are so nice, but the lows hurt so bad, and to re-read what i wrote just a day, or an hour earlier is just too hard. once again , thanks for all the suppport bob THE ROLLARCOASTER FROM HELL You know I've never liked rollercoasters - Hell, you've helped hold me up after riding them with the boys, But as bad as they have always been, this rollercoaster has been the ride from hell. When I went to sleep, all was right with my world The boys were ok, I was adjusting to not being able to do what I used to And most important of all, we were getting right again with each other. I woke up briefly to your screams, And again to destruction all around dust in my face, and you missing The relief I felt on finding you made my every prayer seemed answered but time and time again since then, I have been lifted up and dashed down I've lost track of how many Different times different doctors Have told me you've turned the corner Only to have something new go wrong Or another complication develop The original problem, the pelvis Is still not repaired And you are so much worse now Will you live or die? Which do I wish for you? To survive and make me complete Yet live in pain and agony Or to die and have everlasting life and peace And leave me empty and alone. I don't know what to wish for anymore Or who to pray to I just know I want our old life back Me, you and the boys Worrying about bills, and grades Lets leave this place, of pain and sorrow Soon, ok? My heart is so heavy And the pain never goes away Copyright 1999 bob armentrout ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com