We're after getting a second opinion on Mama Knascar's prognosis. This morning, our options were bad and worse, so we'll see what Doc #2 has to say before we make any hard decisions. I finally started crying today. It's not something I do prettily or like to do in public all, but I'm finally reaching my breaking point. I haven't had enough tim to find a therapist at home yet; I wonder if the hospital has anyone to talk to.
Meanwhile, there has been knitting, although not nearly as much as I would like. Can't knit with those pesky plastic gloves on so my knits and purls have been limited to my time at home. So far, I'm halfway through the foot of sock number 1. I haven't worked on the scarf much at all. I think the sock has more of the mindless round and round that I need right now. I may have to go get more sock yarn before all is said and done, though.