things have been happening at lightening pace - many good things, but too many bad things as well...
mom is going in for round two of treatment, and the first one was so brutal, it makes me weep thinking about how hard it was for her.
I'm not sure how much longer I can last - this front of calm and strength.
The foundations are already cracked - the storm is coming. Flood waters rising...
my own health is going down the tubes. I fear that I might be developing a heart arrhythmia. I don't want to involve my mother in this. She is having enough of a hard time with life now.
It just keeps coming.
And it does not stop.
but either it will, or my body, or I will.
Or my will to fight it all.
