Highlights: A tiring day, but a productive one. There was time spent on the phone managing to obtain some financial aid for my mom's otherwise heinously overpriced cancer drugs. It was a relief to get approval but throughout the day I was wrestling to not get sucked into a whirlpool of skeptical negativity. Everything from drivers to websites had me cursing under my breath at the inconsideration, incompetence and inhumanity of it all. It's sofaking hard to walk a calm path. If it's true what they say about what comes out of somebody under pressure is what's inside, it's circumstantial. Or compounded. But I've managed to keep my cool through far more and lose it through far less. I didn't lose it. I cursed a bit but also reflected on, again, the impermanence of a moment being in transition to an eventual resolution. Which did happen. Still, it was a challenging day as are they all, if that's how you see it. So maybe I'll say it differently. It was a great day. I rose to challenges, worked through reflex responses to find an away to be more patient and all worked out in the end. My mom's 'other' meds arrive tomorrow and it'll be a 14 day regime during which transfusions might be necessary depending on how low her metrics go. It'll be an opportunity to rise above the hardship and press through to hopeful remission. I want to avoid any and all risks for illness during this time. I'll be doing a lot of oversight and spending a lot of time at appointments with her. I'm working off a debt, clearly. And gratefully too.