I started this mission, of caretaking my dying sister, with one solemn, internal statement. I made it as a commitment to my sister, her husband of 34(?) years, their children, my husband, and my family: “It’s not about me.” Keeping to that statement has been challenging, but I’ve (mostly) kept my word. I’ve still been on mission, clearing the equipment, cleaning up(We really needed our solitude, so I chose to do the cleaning up, myself), freezing massive amounts of food, rotating laundry, doing things that need getting done. I got teary now and then, but, as of this morning, I hadn’t broken my protocol. I hadn’t really cried. But this broke me. 💔💔💔#cornbags #fuzzyslippersocks #ilovedmysister #ilovemysister #cancersucks #ifuckinghatecancer #sayinggoodbyetopat https://www.instagram.com/jehnakai/p/BuKgeVPg0Pe/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=4h8rmg162jj5
