On top of all of the previous disappointments associated with the ongoing pandemic, a week ago we learned that my husband’s oldest brother has been diagnosed with Stage IV lung cancer. It’s heartbreaking for the entire family and doubly worrisome with COVID-19 still rearing its ugly head here, there and everywhere. His siblings and in-laws want to see him, hug him and reassure him. But can we? Should we? Is it safe for him? For us? If he chooses to undergo treatment, will he be isolated due to the virus? Will he fight for his life with only strangers at his bedside? Right now, it is all too much to process. 2020 has definitely been a year of heartache and sorrow.
October 23, 2020
El 7 de diciembre, en mi país, quemamos al diablo. Es una forma de quemar todo aquello que es viejo en nosotros, los defectos, los errores, las tristezas. Sacamos de nuestras casas los objetos acumulados y purificamos nuestros espíritus. Este año lo volvimos a hacer, en familia, y la alegría es que estamos todos, la salud no ha fallado y el coronavirus no se ha cobrado la vida de nadie.
December 17, 2021