The Sun Will Come Out, Tomorrow...

It's not typically my nature to be a downer.  And, as my mother liked to point out when I moped, my face might freeze that way.  No good can come from a frozen mopey face.

So, I have given myself a few days to languish in my anguish and apprehension.  I am mopiest, (is too a word), when I don't know what to expect.  But, now all the puzzle pieces are starting to come together for my brother's treatment.  Radiation will begin next week, multiple doctors are being consulted and the targeted drug therapy researched.  The wheels are turning and I choose to believe the best of outcomes will be realized.