Frozen and pooped

Today was a full day.
First of all, Son #2's "lung" doctor appointment was moved up very rapidly (to this morning) since we may have to go to Oklahoma sooner than planned (they had told us he couldn't fly until they saw him).
It turns out that, yes, he does have bubbles of air in the lining of his lungs. They have probably always be there and will always be there, unless he has surgery to remove them. This is not an uncommon problem and we might not have ever been aware of it had it not been for Jim's death and the following CT scans. It could be something Son #2 would never have been aware of and would never had a problem. But now we are aware of it and it will affect him and his future slightly. He cannot ever scuba dive or go snow skiing (or mountain climbing). He won't be able to go on our church's youth trip to Colorado (they go every other year and this is the "on" year). He can never play contact sports. And he should never, ever smoke. The doctor would not say "he cannot fly" but said some doctors would say that. He said it shouldn't be a problem, but you never know. He told us what signs to be aware of in case he does fly and has a problem (his lung collapses). The kid has already flown to Alaska and Italy with no problems.
So there we are. In the greater scheme of things in my life and his life, this is not a big deal. Well, at least not in my life. He will adjust his thinking --- I'm not sure that he ever planned to scuba dive or mountain climb anyway. He did want to go skiing.
He and I had a rough day yesterday. Probably the roughest yet. Not really between the two of us but in dealing with him and school and his issues. God and I may be very close to not speaking -- again. I'm not sure how much more I can take and keep my head above water. Sometimes this parenting thing really sucks.
On a more positive note, my dear friend V came in from Oklahoma today. It's great to have her here. She probably doesn't think it's that great because I took her to Son #3's first track meet this afternoon. His first and maybe my last. We stood in the freezing cold for 4 freaking hours waiting for that kid to pole vault. Until almost 9:00 p.m. Can I just say that track meets are the most boring, inefficient uses of time I've experienced in a long time?! I wanted to go smack a coach after about 2 hours. (Yes, I have issues. I'm aware of them -- no comments.)
Anyway, he finally took his pole and vaulted. He did a great job -- especially for someone who's been doing this for less than a week. I was quite proud of him. And frozen. And pooped.
My mother-in-law is about the same. Not really good but she's still here. That's something. I hope she fights to stay but would totally understand if she can't. I know that I wouldn't.
That's about it for now. Thank you, again, for your prayers and love and support.
Please keep it all coming.