It looks like we might not be going to England this fall. The receiving base has denied our application for overseas medical clearance...why, we don't know, they just have. It's a small base, with only a rudimentary medical facility, which probably has a lot to do with it. Anway, the application is being sent to Headquarters, and they have the final say. If they approve it, we're going to England. If they deny it, we don't know where we're going. We might get lucky and go to Europe still, or we might get stuck somewhere in the US again. Dave might even get extended in Greenland until we can get all this worked out...and I honestly don't know if I can handle that. I've been pinning all my hopes on his return in August, telling myself that all I have to do is make it until then ...and now I might have to make it even longer.
We won't find out until next week, so I have at least 5 days in which to stress myself into oblivion worrying about it. In the meantime I will be spending a lot of time asking the universe to help me..help me accept whatever happens, help me be ready for the worst case scenario...
...I just want my husband back, and then I want to go home. That's all.