She has never seen my face. She does not know my looks of happy, sad, proud, mad or scared. She knows my hands. She knows all of these things through my hands. She knows my hands and responds to them like a child lost in a crowd - then sees their mom. My hands are her constant. Never underestimate the power of touch or when God is in control. ((When she was coming out of anesthesia.))
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Living in a Pandemic
Living in a Pandemic has made for interesting times. In the beginning, I panicked just as did the rest of the world. I read anything I could get my hands on. I tried as I might to weed through the media bias as the pandemic became a beacon of political ammunition. At the end of the day, put most of the articles down, turned off the news and tried to step out of the social media world. Here's why. I was (and at times remain) angry. Why? I became resentful. Why resent? You see this virus, COVID, places no increased impact on our family than any other cold, flu or nasty little bug that flows freely through communities on any given day, pre-COVID. For 14 years we have juggled going out in public and "self-quarantining" when necessary. Why? Our family has a member who is a little more fragile. A family member who has a compromised immune system requiring IVig. A family member with a heart deformity....