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Unequivocally Sucky. But? Still Going.

"Sometimes, it just sucks. It really sucks and I don’t know what to say or how to feel."
Me too, mom.
I promise with all the might I am mustering into this fa├žade of prettily mascared eyes that shrewdly scans my sacred planner that’s chock full of color-coded highlighted appointments and a face that nods when needed and asks the pertinent questions, I do not know what to do or say anymore sometimes either.
Typically, we share the happy moments, the goofy grins, the exuberance of attacking the day. But even my mom, my mom who has the insane tenacity for loving the most out of each day and cherishing even the mundane moments, gets tired and needs a break.
After being told we weren’t a candidate for Hospice, then being told we could be a patient if we 'really wanted', then an angel disguised as a nurse who insisted mom's chart get reviewed at the next committee review we were told,  with a resounding ohmygoodnessyessheisacandidatewhywasntsheapatientsooneryes, we are …