The same year of one sibling's illness manifesting itself, another sibling fell into a coma. Not being able to conceive of the loss of the life of that dear child in a coma, I found myself in shock and incapable of coping upon the eventual death.
My ill sibling suffers from anosognosia. Things have become very frightening. What I remind myself of is this: Where there is life, there is hope. While our struggling family members are living with us, there is always a chance of finding the answers needed to help them.
I get angry at the system. I get frustrated with my own powerlessness. Hopelessness is never a part of the gamut of emotions, though. My younger sibling is alive and is loved - so I'll keep researching, learning, and hoping.