Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I'm seeing my therapist today.  I only see her occasionally, and I canceled the last appointment because I felt I was doing well.  The holidays were good and I was excited about the days getting longer, lots of plans with friends, and the new year thing, which always lifts my spirits.  But today I'm fearful of our daughter's treatment and how it's going.  The big unknown.  Having her far away is so difficult and it means deliberate visits, not any kind of checking in casually.  I have to sit with this fear here while she sits with it there.  I want to DO SOMETHING, but what?  Praying doesn't seem like enough.  I trust my daughter's ferociousness.  Yet she must be so tired of fighting and feeling not well and thinking about how to continue living a normal life in an abnormal situation.  My heart is cracked open with love and pain and fear.