Ruins

 

"You simply learn how to live among the ruins and call it home"

It's not going well. More later. I am so stressed out by the endless medical crisis that is the husband. It doesn't help he is endlessly squeamish! No prostate or kidney cancer but also no insulin in the body, not great kidney function (he lost one to cancer 20 years ago!), too much calcium likely meaning the parathyroid cancer is back. Trying to help him with the reality of insulin shots, constant testing, the absence of bread in his life and a multitude of pills. I'm not taking care of myself well, my blood sugar kept dropping too low, so low I woke up throwing up last night. Not sleeping.

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