A Good Day

I am hesitant to even name the current state of our reality, but today, for the first time since all of this began, we seem to be having a pretty good day. 
He is calmer.  When He talks, it sounds like His voice again.  He is, right now, in walking on the treadmill, and later, we'll gather around the fire place, have some pizza, and watch the NFL playoff game. 
T has finished her first week back at work, even managing to put in some overtime hours, and seems to be feeling pretty good.  She has cut way back on her pain medication, and still seems to be OK.  She'll spend a few hours tomorrow afternoon visiting with her mom, but otherwise is trying to take it pretty easy this weekend.
Both T and I have made appointments to meet with the same therapist as Tom is seeing.  Those initial appointments are scheduled Wednesday.  It should be an interesting afternoon for all of us, but even moreso for our therapist.  The good news is that we have health insurance coverage for it all.  It seems that a certain person, with whom you are all familiar, spent a lot of time and energy  over His 35 year career advocating to mental health care to be treated the same as medical care related to physical ailments.  That "mental health parity" has become the law now, and so each of us within the clan can seek and receive mental health supports and treatments. 
None of us are inclined to  believe that everything is better, healed, or fixed, but each of us is relieved and glad for this one day; for the opportunity to breath a calm, quiet breath; for being able to look around and see the faceds of people that we love -- and know that they love us. 

Tomorrow is a mystery, still.  Today is a pretty good day.

swan