My thoughts and hope with you too...... and here's something from Elliot from Four Quartets that in times such as where you are have meant something to me. May mean nothing to you but someone dear sent it to me with goodwill and care, and I send it to you in the same way:

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing: wait without love
For love would be love of the wrong thing: yet there is faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought; for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing
Whisper of running streams and winter lightening.
The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,
The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy
Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony of death and birth.