I was looking for a bit of normalcy on our “time off” from Ben’s treatment but that is just not to be. I’m not surprised, I guess. I should be used to it by now but sometimes I would just like a little bit of a break.
My parents are sick. Both of them. My dad is struggling with COPD and congestive heart failure. My mother is suffering from some sort of infection and is in the hospital.
I have so much to say but my mind is working a million miles a minute and wont let me get anything out. I’m frustrated, overwhelmed, sad, cranky, and probably every other emotion available to man. If it were later in the morning I would let out a long, loud cry of frustration. Or maybe a long string of expletives.
In the meantime, I have children to care for. That is my purpose and my focus. The rest of the world will just have to wait.