The hours have been torture and endless. The seconds hand of the clock moves with infinite slowness, marking every second. Every beep of the monitor emphasizes how helpless I am to bolster my husband's weakening body.
There are many friends and family scattered across the world, and therefore impossible to call and talk to them all, even if I did not pay for every minute. I know you all want to know the latest. Rather than repeat the same information, I choose to use the internet. It is not discourtesy, it is efficient use of limited resources.
To those who think me crass and impolite, I have no time to placate your offended sensibilites. My focus is on my husband.