As many of you know, the year 2007 hasn't been the best for the tweedle household. My ongoing illness of the past few months has been draining for me in all areas of my life. My family, while pulling together & pitching in, are struggling to cope with the incredibly swift change in my body & my abilities. Worst, is that we don't know the prognosis or the length of rehab & recovery time. kt, while pulling it together & showing signs of maturity, is slowing melting into a huge mud puddle of reative emotionality. husband is doing his best - yet he's almost as reactive & anxious as kt at this point. I nap on a regular & work on pain management. No matther the end results if I don't get the pain under control, I'm toast. Having said the above, I approached husband tonight & told him I couldn't handle the tweedles anymore. That my body is definitely telling me something after 7 years of trying every possible thing we can come up with & others that are off the top of my head. I told husband that I wanted to move kt to a group home, not unlike wm's. husband fell apart; we have a lot of years invested in these children & love them dearly. However, kt is beginning to step over the line with physical aggression. I'm in no way able to handle this level of aggression & anger. I need to contact my counsellor & see if we can meet at some other office - his office is in a historical bdlg & has no elevator. I cannot climb his stairs. Whatever I end up doing (or rather husband & I decide) you can be assured it will be a well thought out & considerate plan. I could use a bit of prayer as the doctors try to figure out just what is going on in my body; husband & I as a couple & as parents could use prayer regarding my children.