A Year Ago Today

     A year ago today, we walked out of the vet with Danny and got into the truck.  WWJ was on, and  they ran the announcement of the death of Gord Downie.  We were still in the parking lot.  I knew he had glioblastoma, but as for anyone with the disease, I had hoped he'd be the one to beat it.  My brother didn't, so many haven't, but maybe Gord... 
     In a way, though, he did beat it.  In spite of the disease, the Hip did the Man Machine Poem tour.  He got up there, and while ill, still performed a heck of a show.  My brother couldn't do a fraction  of what Gord did after the same treatment.
     I find myself thinking more about that while taking care of my aunt.  We are almost a year out, depending on how you want to mark time.  I'm there 3 days a week so my cousin can still work, because she can't do family leave act or anything like that.  We could just stick her into a facility again, but she's been nearly killed off multiple times in multiple places because she is oxygen dependent, and the supposedly trained staff doesn't pay attention to whether or not her oxygen is attached.  Awful expensive, too.
     This far in, I'm tired, sick of everything, and ticked at the world (but not my aunt.  It's not her fault.)  I don't see my family to know what is going on.   I don't get to pick the kids up from school.  I had to give up my paid job so my husband could keep his, but I can't do the work I need to do at home, because I'm not home enough.  Then I have to listen to some know-it-all tell me I can't do it.

     "Use it up, use it all up/ Don't save a thing for later."  ("Use it Up", In Violet Light by the Hip)

The things we do for love...