11/02/2020

Struggling to be positive

 Tomorrow. Y'all. I don't think I fully understood the idea of existential dread until this year.

I'd like to just skip ahead a bit (Brother Maynard) to maybe, say, January. I figure maybe some of whatever massive kerfuffle gets kicked off when polls close tomorrow might be sort of over by then.

My sister's at the midpoint of her chemo. They'll do another PET scan this week? Maybe next week. Soon. I am struggling to believe that it's actually possible that the scan will show that the cancer is getting battled back. I know it's theoretically possible. I also know that her journey so far has been on the low side of any statistic ranges they give.

Youngest. Reading. Ugh.

I frankly don't know what to do. I mean I have some ideas from a friend who's a reading specialist. So we'll try those. But again. Struggling to believe they're going to do any good.

Eldest is a tween. Nearly a teen. And his attitude is definitely testing his limits. Or my limits. Or maybe everyone's. And I'm struggling to believe it's going to get better. I know, again in theory, it absolutely will. Whether or not we live through it is, I guess, a question.

Anyway. 

I know there's no point in borrowing trouble. I know this. 

I just can't seem to help myself. 

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