I do sometimes wonder if you know how much this place and all of you mean to me? Half an hour ago I cried in the bathroom because I couldn't stand the pain any more. I told John that I know he's sick and that it's awful for me to cry and say out loud that I can't take it anymore. Then I think of Owen and the feeding tube, and I just want to cry all over again.

I wonder if I can just ask for you to pray for John, for Owen. I'm not asking for prayers for me--I don't really think that I'm worth it, but I do believe and know that He will provide.

I wonder if you know how much you all mean to me. I find it incredible that you can survive, make a difference, and continue to care about people like me.