So, I did a thing tonight.
But, let me go back to the beginning. I got a call from my aunt on January 8th that my mom had made the decision to die with dignity. No more treatments, surgeries that only prolonged her pain. I dropped everything and went to her hospital with Joe and the boys, and we said goodbye. That night, both boys were sick all night. And all day. And I spent it caring for them and cleaning. And then, I got it. It was probably the gastroenteritis that was going around Galen's school. But, for the next week, we all spent taking turns being sick. But, Saturday the 16th, at 2:40something am, I woke up to pee, and grabbed my e-leash (phone), swiped to unlock, and that was the moment my sister called. (I groggy asked myself if I had somehow accidentally called her, and was ready to hang up...and then I remembered the call we were all waiting for.) At this point, I hadn't been able to take any of my much needed thyroid and psych meds for 5 days. And been sick. Brushing my hair was not eve...
