Whew all the fun nausea for everyone! I was at a dance convention last weekend and Friday night I puked right after bed, but assumed it was because I had pizza shortly before bed and shouldn’t have. But then Saturday I wasn’t feeling hungry and Saturday night I got super sick every 30-45 minutes for 8 hours. It was miserable. I was still in very rough shape the rest of Sunday and couldn’t take any of the classes or DJ like I was supposed to! And I still felt pretty bad Monday and Tuesday and even a bit yesterday (just nauseous, but still!).

Leaving on Sunday for Iceland!! Not at all prepared and not accepting that Sunday is in three days.

Oh no! I hope Iceland is therapeutic!

I thought I was seasick on the way back to Amsterdam after the 2015 eclipse but it eventually proved to be a bug. But I was all better by the time we got to Iceland, so fingers crossed for you

I'm looking forward to living vicariously through the Iceland-headed friends.

My life is pretty routine at the moment. DH is working on building a shed and probably a deck. I'm doing a lot of relaxing.

I need to avoid the news more. Everything is so upsetting. Thank you erikaj for the letter writing link reminder. The TPS situation is extremely stressful. Brendon wants to help so many of his Haitian kids, but there is only so much he can do.

As we get into August I have to steel myself for FB memories about bringing Jacqueline home for hospice.

It's not a PTSD feeling or something I want to avoid, but I know I'm going to be hitting on those feels.

Today's the third anniversary of me announcing that JZ was stopping chemo and we were preparing for hospice.

I read through all the responses again which were all so heartfelt. But what really pulled me up short were seeing the comments from people who had died in the last three years. Six people (One was Sue Ozon) - only two of whom knew they were dealing with cancer at that moment.

Then I mentally noted all the people responding who I knew had lost a spouse or child. That was another 8 people.

We just don't know how much time is given.

Oh, wow. Being able to count up the losses like that, oof.

Oh, wow. Being able to count up the losses like that, oof.

Same thing happened at my college reunion. We had little Buddhist prayer flags up for people in our class who had died, and it was sobering to count up their names. I was literally standing next to a woman who was dealing with her own Stage 4 cancer and saw the shock hit her face when she realized she was going to be flag on a line before the next reunion.

My mom would say that the hardest part of living into her 90s wasn't the physical limitations or ailments she had to deal with; it was the accumulated losses. Eventually losing the last person she knew in her youth. She accumulated new people, but every day there would be another reminder of people lost.

Eventually losing the last person she knew in her youth.

I'm only in contact with two people who knew me before high school.

It's my 40th high school reunion this year and I was halfway thinking about going because round number and all but the thought of having to tell people what I've been up to for the last 40 years made me so tired. I'm sure there's more people than I know about, although I know about enough, that we've lost, too.