Sorry, got nothing for world politics right now. I'm all about the micro-level at the moment.
There is a sweet wonderful awesome lady who befriended me here on Eljay when my first daughter was in her first weeks of life-outside-Mama and scaring us all by refusing to gain weight. Instead of making snarky unhelpful Internet Mommy Flamefest comments as a lot of others seemed to be doing at the time, she was actually helpful and reassuring and comforting to talk to.
Then she had another kid, and I had another kid, and her two boys reminded me a lot of my two girls in their personalities and the way they related to each other and their parents. We hadn't ever actually met in person, but she doesn't live that far away and I was hoping that sometime we could all get together at an Ikea or something while the adults had a nice in-person chat about whatever.
And now her younger son is dead, seven months after being diagnosed with an aggressive cancer called Burkitt's Lymphoma. While I was taking my kids to their first day of school, she was taking her surviving child to his little brother's funeral.
And yes, I know, I know, the body counts in war-torn areas certainly have behind them stories just as tragic as this one. And...tonight, I can't. I can't even try to get my head around that.
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There is a sweet wonderful awesome lady who befriended me here on Eljay when my first daughter was in her first weeks of life-outside-Mama and scaring us all by refusing to gain weight. Instead of making snarky unhelpful Internet Mommy Flamefest comments as a lot of others seemed to be doing at the time, she was actually helpful and reassuring and comforting to talk to.
Then she had another kid, and I had another kid, and her two boys reminded me a lot of my two girls in their personalities and the way they related to each other and their parents. We hadn't ever actually met in person, but she doesn't live that far away and I was hoping that sometime we could all get together at an Ikea or something while the adults had a nice in-person chat about whatever.
And now her younger son is dead, seven months after being diagnosed with an aggressive cancer called Burkitt's Lymphoma. While I was taking my kids to their first day of school, she was taking her surviving child to his little brother's funeral.
And yes, I know, I know, the body counts in war-torn areas certainly have behind them stories just as tragic as this one. And...tonight, I can't. I can't even try to get my head around that.
Nothing but helplessness and sorrow.