I spent the last week shuttling back and forth to Chicago.
My sister is fine. The surgeons were able to clean up the scars decently so they would heal better and not make young children scream and run away in horror. (They wouldn't anyway, but try telling the person who had a moose on her face that.)
It has proven itself easier to deal with something that happens to me than trying to keep another from slinking down the road of depression.
Tonight, the county fair!