I truly do hate being responsible.
I just cancelled our 4 day 3 night cruise for December. I looked at gas prices being $4.00+ per gallon. I looked at the economy. I looked at the rising airline prices.
Mostly I looked at our meager savings and Jon’s increasing symptoms.
At the rate he’s going, I wonder if he has 5 years of work left. He can barely write. Often typing is an issue.
So — I made the responsible decision to cancel a trip I truly wanted to take and that I desperately needed to hopefully regroup. Yet another sacrifice made on the alter of this friggin disease. Yet one more thing foregone because.
I don’t recall signing up for this. Trust me, I would’ve read the fine print where it said “take care of someone from the day you’re born until the day your breathe your last” and asked for another option. One day I’ll be whithered and old and used up. Who’ll care for *me* then? Who will even *care* then?
*cue the crickets chirping*
Thought so. So … again I make the responsible decision.
Again, I make the only possible decision.
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The photo above is from summer of 2006 in the Chesapeake Bay off of Calvert Cliffs. I love the water more than most anything.
