It's been 107 days since Easter. On that morning, I stopped at the Hope Tree, on a run in my neighborhood. I brought along a piece of ribbon, that I'd covered in word and I tied it to the highest branch I could find.
This is how the tree looked yesterday. It's now late July, over 100 days later. The sign is gone and the ribbons are hidden behind leaves. But we need HOPE just as much as we did in April.
I was glad to see my ribbon was still on the tree.
You can barely spot my white ribbon in the lower left corner of my recent photo. I was glad to see it. Some very kind hands rescued it and re-attached it back in April. (I did a sloppy tying job) That thought gives me hope.
Cancer to Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 17, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!