His fears are the same as mine.
I knew they would be.
The foundation is shaken.
Bricks will fall off.
One problem gives rise to another.
All day, we each lived with the dread.
Tonight, he finally wrote.
He said he'd been feeling like a doctor watching a patient to die.
I can't believe it's hopeless.
We've been through so many crises.
And each time we come out stronger.
has opened more and more peepholes into his vulnerability.
Which only made me love him more.
I can NOT believe we're doomed.
Come on, Doctor.
Don't you have a new wonder drug?