Cee had some good moments yesterday.  We went to the magician hosted by the library.  My sister brought over some kazoos (which the girls love, love, love!).

But other than that, things continue to unravel.  Cee picked at her food all day.  She doesn’t want to go to the bathroom.  Apparently she didn’t get the memo about chilling, because there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth.  Very not Jamaica.

We are moving backward.  It feels like we’re sliding down a hill, grasping at the grass, trying to slow ourselves down.  But we can’t do anything but watch as we descend further and further.  We just wait for the bottom.

That may seem bleak, but seeing Cee’s pain increasing…it’s very difficult.  We almost were back to normal, and it’s like we’re losing her all over again.

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