I am both Chinese, and American. I am both deeply spiritual and skeptical. I am both a mother and a patient advocate. Bo is both a baby, and a chronically ill person. While mentally understanding and emotionally accepting the dualities that life presents is part of being an evolved human being, that last one pains me more than the others. Maybe I have already had plenty of time to emotionally work through the others. But I imagine that last one will leave me feeling sore no matter how many months have elapsed. I hate to think about it when we have had the restorative weekend together as a family that we got to enjoy these last few days, but it is a reality that I have to insist on detailing when reapplying for medicaid.
But this weekend, if only for two seemingly endless days, we got to act like a carefree family. We had a wonderful visit with Gramma Maggie and Grampa Bruce (thanks for the new book, Auntie Heathie!), had an impromptu wine and cheese party after the baby went to bed, met a new family (potential friends) for brunch, and took a brisk walk to the store on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
