Last fall, two weeks before me and my brother’s birthdays we learned our Mom had stage 4 ovarian cancer, after having it “ruled out” by her primary doctor.
This past year, my baby has gone to 3 different schools due to bullying and my mom’s healthcare needs.
This past Thursday night, I learned my Dad had a stroke and my stepmother & stepsisters didn’t tell my brother or myself. We didn’t even know what hospital he was in or how long he had been there.
And then yesterday morning, as I was leaving for a two-hour drive to my Mom’s chemo session at 6am, my dog suddenly passed out of nowhere.
I’m so grateful to have both my parents, to be able to have care for their conditions, to have my baby and to be able to care for my family, and I know that things are incredibly rough right now, but it won’t be in vain and it’s not permanent. Things are inevitably going to get better.
I just need a fucking break. I’m doing this all on my own and I’m just at a breaking point today.














