The last few months have been hard. Not just normal hard, really hard. My 2 year old daughter is being tested for developmental issues, my ex-boss came to work for 4 days with Covid putting everyone at risk (notice I said ex) and my husband has cancer and just finished 6 weeks of treatment. Mix in normal life like my 15 year old getting his permit, being the President of the Boosters, being a wife and mom. Last but not least, I received a text last weekend from my dad that my mom is in the ER, she has double vision and balance issues, they think it might be a stroke. I live 800 miles away. My mom takes care of my grandma. I ask dad if I need to come home, he said not right now, let's figure things out first. Right now, the only way out is through has been on my wrist since the day it arrived. The days that I want to quit or cry I look down and remember there will be another job, I have to protect my family, my daughter is stubborn like her mother, she will be fine, My husband has made it through the worst part the scan will show everything is gone, I will survive the teenage years, everyone knows I am one person and I will do what I can when I can and the only way any of us are getting out of this is going through it all and if we do it together all the better.