I woke this morning in tears, the weight of another day like yesterday just too much to bear. I wanted to go to church and we had been invited to Jake’s gf’s family for lunch and I just wasn’t sure I had the necessary wrangling power. Our angel Cara texted in the midst of my tears to check in and with a minor meds tweak, the day went off with nary a hitch. It reminds me that a bad day is not a bad life and what a roller coaster this disease is. I am grateful for the reprieve.