We never went to Bishkek. In fact, days befor we were supposed to go we got the medical records we were waiting for. The child we were hoping to adopt had more than just a simple affliction and after a grat deal of debate we decided not to accept the referral. It was heart breaking and we felt aweful about it. I can't express how bad we feel about saying no. There is anedless list of unspeakable names I have called myself since. But my sister gave me some great advice and has been there for some grown-up moral support. I wasn't expecting that from an 18yr old. But I am happy she was there for me and my family.

Now we are back on the waiting list... and it looks like it's going to be a long wait.