Half a Planet Away

Usually I don't get hung up on the distance between here and Europe. It's only a telephone call away (minussing 8 hours means it's even the same day), or an email or worst case scenario is just a 24 hr flight away. But when you have a loved one who's experiencing a critical health condition, and other loved ones who are experiencing sadness & stress, the massive gulf of the 21,000+ km's feels horrible. Ever since speaking with JD last night my head and heart are torn and I'm hovering somewhere midway above Earth - not really here and obviously not there either.

Both JD and I had been so excited about his return this Thursday. We were going to have a few days off together - which he especially needs after his gruelling hours over the past month. But that all fades into insignificance and feels trivial when I think about FD's suffering right now. Still no diagnosis but he's stable. Maybe he just had some sort of weird virus?