18 days to go

As usual April is again a yearly challenge and has been since the end of the gift known as Coco. We have weathered since her death a yearly April test of human spirit. One year after, a near fatal motorcycle accident, which is now the explanation why Organic dude is so weird. The next year OD had a heart attack, the next ER gallbladder surgery, next, Nana's brush with mortality and so on and so on. This year can easily go either way and we must live every second of the rotten month in order to learn the outcome. We, the family have become somewhat reluctant to place bets on April and we are a family with off track betting accounts. Exhausted, cranky, each of us with some pending medical crises looming, home front changes a certainty, and financial obligations building like a Sonomie are drawn closer together than at any other time of the year.It's such a delicate balance which way we will be pulled and we are all very afraid. We comfort each other with treats in the mail and daily calls that everything will be OK. Maybe that's multiple daily calls and I eat most of the treats.................