I'm worried about senior folks, in the centers where I volunteer. I last met with my groups on March 3, when I was told to be sure I was well and to make sure I washed my hands.
I miss them and I worry about them. When will I get to volunteer again?
I'm worried about my dad. He's 91, living in an assisted living facility in Missouri.
I can't visit him, even if it were easy to get there. His center is on lockdown. No visitors allowed.
I'm glad for phones and postal service.
What I really don't like is when the news reminds me about those vulnerable people over the age of 60! Man, I hate that. I'm 62! I am part of that group of people everyone is worried about!
But I feel better and stronger than I did when I was 59 and going through chemo. I can get up and run in the morning and tackle long put off house chores! I'm so very glad that I am not going through these Covid times, along with cancer.
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 13, 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. I ranted for a year, until I got my vaccine in March 2021.
Coronary Artery Disease was the reason I restarted this blog on September 26, 2021. This time it was Don who was dealing with a worry that started with the letter "C".
Coronavirus and Cancer, Coronary Artery Disease! All are evil, but none can totally get me down... if I vent! I usually end up feeling a little more positive at the end of each post!