So I've had better months. February is always hard for some reason, but I've survived it. My aunt is still alive and has had the stent placement she should have had 6 years ago, but still needs a heart valve replacement, and even then, since she delayed so long there's a chance she won't last much longer.

My mom fractured her back from passing out when she had the flu and is recovering, but my dad's taking the brunt of trying to run back & forth an hour & a half north and he's no spring chicken either. I wish we still were closer to my aunt, but it is what it is, and we do the best we can. I'm dealing. And I know it will get better, or at least I have to believe that.