Whoever Said No New Is Good News Should Be Smacked

Apparently, according to some friends and family, I’ve been neglecting my duty as press secretary and disappointing the new fan base my brother recently garnered. On the contrary, I was very aware of the five days this blog has gone without update. Unfortunately, that lack of information for you fine people was not a result of my own sloth, but rather my brother’s noncommittal doctors. Simply put, there’s been nothing on the blog, because there’s been nothing to tell. Andrew has had a handful of doctor’s appointments and therapy sessions, but none that lead to any clarification of his future physically, militarily, or otherwise. The dragging out of this whole process is starting to wear thin. I’m at home getting grouchier by the day, and I’m certain my family isn’t doing much better in San Antonio. However, Andrew meets with his orthopedic specialist tomorrow, and if there is an appointment that has real significance, it is this one (although we said that about the day he got to San Antonio, too). So, hopefully, I’ll get some news tomorrow afternoon, and if I do, I’ll be sure to pass it on to the rest of you here.