One thing after another, so it seems.
I am trying to enjoy a vacation at the moment when my job (AKA my passion and life's work) is in the balance and depending on all things, politicians. Risky to say the least.
Kind of reminds me of a vacation three years ago when Quinn was in my belly, a diagnosis of DS was on my mind, and my husband's loss of his job was in my heart.
But we adjusted.
Then a new diagnosis of a seizure disorder came along.
Then we adjusted and completed a $120,000 treatment.
Then yet another new diagnosis came along (Stereotypic Movement Disorder).
But we adjusted yet again.
And now waitng for this decision and questions about what will happen....
I had the dream of going into private practice if my work closes. That way I could work with a smilar population, but then reality came here back to me....
Quinn's medical needs...
Oh things are complicated, aren't they?
But as always, we will adjust. I am just feeling trapped between a rock and a hard place at the moment.
The names of grasses
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