Low on Hope
Spring's wound is healing as well as can be expected - she has a solid bed of granulation tissue and the wound finally seems to be shrinking. All the good things we want to happen are happening, slowly but surely. But. Because of course there is a but. Her fetlock has dropped significantly. And that indicates that her suspensory apparatus, which we thought was unscathed, may have sustained irreparable damage. I'm there, every single day. I clean and rebandage her wound every single day. I keep a positive outlook and stay hopeful every day. But tonight I can't find it in me to keep hoping. Tonight, the reality of my situation is crashing down. Tonight I'm facing the fact that it may all be for nothing, and that once the wound heals and we can finally ultrasound the results have a high probability of being less than ideal. I'm so tired, and so sad, and so completely out of hope.