End of tunnel

I've spent the last week in hospital rooms, doctors' offices, and laboratory waiting rooms. My husband's kidney stone is gone, but he's still recovering from the invasive surgery that was done to remove it, and some complications that seem to be a result of the surgery. Even though I'm not in any pain myself, I am drained from a lack of sleep and from the frustration of dealing with medical staff who say contradictory things. My husband and I have both been very assertive about asking questions, asking for choices, and getting information, but the process is exhausting. We're both hoping that we are almost at the end of this episode. Here's the only bit of sunlight I've seen, on my walk from a medical facility to the parking garage.