Oh this was a long day!

Encrusted with germs, donated by my generous children, I struggled to drink my coffeee and keep it down

while working and sanitizing my hands and all surfaces with alcohol

I made it, somehow, but the nausea rolled all day- like the good times, but less enjoyable.

And somehow, my minor complaints paled again when confronted by the reality that others face.

Papers that needed to be signed, to end further treatment

Decisions that needed to be made,

To stay or go

Progression of incurable diseases

of the body and mind.

When I returned home to finally rest at the end of the day, my children met me with excitement, spraying more germs on my shirt and pants.

I may not feel well today, but at least it’s temporary, and I have three excited people who are happy to see me every single day.

That’s a good day, nausea and all