Being someone who is medically fragile or disabled or being their caretaker is hard. For many of us, it’s a 24/7/365 job with few or no breaks.
But sometimes, medically fragile life throws extra crap our way and it gets harder.
It is a lot. I am tired. I am weary. And I am spread so thin most days I don’t know which way is up.
But then I panic and feel guilty that maybe my choice to put my kid before Congress might cause harm.
Logical? Probably not. But when you spend all day every day managing a medically fragile person where one mistake can cause irreversible harm? That’s where my mind goes.
But you can help.
Do it for the medically fragile family who can’t because they’re inpatient.
For the DACA recipient paralyzed by fear that day.
Because knowing that everyone else is stepping up, fighting, and refusing to stop sincerely helps us on the days where we struggle just to make it through the day.
On your good days, fight twice as hard for the ones who are having bad days.
And on my good days, I promise to fight twice as hard for you.
/fin