As I emailed a former classmate from high school to thank her for keeping my brother in her prayers, I explained to her briefly what the very real dangers of the situation are and ended up feeling like I had punched myself in the stomach. My brother could actually die because he is too delusional to accept help from those of us who love him. My God, we could actually lose Mike. As an older sister I have always had this quirky sense that all of the really "bad" stuff was supposed to happen to me first; that I was not supposed to have to watch my younger brother and sisters go through all of these horrible things. Reality has trumped that and I really feel that it is still supposed to have been my way instead, but cannot seem to rearrange fate to fall in line with my opinions.
For anyone reading my blog today, please keep my poor brother in your thoughts and prayers (and my sister, too). I am hoping he will be around for a few more good family moments yet to come.
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