The dress

I finally tried the dress on today for Ivón.

He loves it.

But I just can't get at all excited about it since I'm so worried about my mom. There was some not-great news today: Potential for several months of quarantine, potential for up to two years of treatment, potential for the treatment to be as debilitating as chemo, starting her right onto the drug combo for the multiple-drug resistant TB. I know I need to stick to realities, keep chanting it's TREATABLE it's TREATABLE it's TREATABLE, but it sounds like the treatment has the chance of being total hell for her.

I'm just so so sad, and scared, and sad.