Excuse my language.
I'm just struggling with the fact that I packed up my life for one month and now all of a sudden we are turning around and heading home. Also, yesterday as a terribly hard day for Birk. He was poked, stuck and went through so much for nothing. Plus we geet to try this again in a month. He woke up from the mess in a way we had never seen before. He was aggresive and violent and I struggled in the worst way. Poor man. I was so sad we had to let him go through that. :-(.
I also feel terrible for those that made the trip and spent money and put miles on their cars only to return with us. What a let down.
So we are on or way home to unpack, and figure out where to go next.