Or our capacity to love.

I cannot stand the thought of watching someone else I love suffer and suffer and suffer for no reason, just to end like that. Life is too precious for that. Also, grief is really weird and super annoying, and I guess never really goes away, but maybe the depth of grief is the depth of love . . .

pills and treats, great. I will not put him through surgery or chemo or anything invasive or hard. He's 14, he's the best boy. It's hard when there are so many things you can do now, it doesn't mean it's the right thing. I lost my husband Roger over 16 months to brain cancer. ....

Yum yum yum

And then I don't feeeeeeel

so

bad!"

You look a little stunned. Was it a long weekend?

Yup. Message to my brain: “you are trying so hard to keep me safe. Thank you. We don’t need to do this anymore.”

They were test monkeys. They were testing to see how well you can teach monkeys to drive. It turns out not very well.

You look happy

Apparently, I just wasn’t upset enough. She also said “you can be grateful for a little while, but then it’s time to get mad.” I said “I do it the other way around. I’m mad for a little bit, and then I’m grateful.”