Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We had heavy rain all night without letup, and my husband suggested we leave the window open so we could hear it.  It was both comforting, as we always fear drought here, and disconcerting.  Kind of like my feelings right now.  A jumble.  This morning I go to the eye doctor's, which makes me jumpy.  Then this afternoon the therapist, whom I seldom see but need while our daughter is struggling with treatment and her diagnosis.  I know the only person who can keep me balanced is myself, but she has known me for fifteen years, so her empathy is a touchstone for me.  A few days ago was the anniversary of my mother's death, and this time of year is hard for me anyway.  And my daughter struggling with cancer brings me back to my mother's cancer when she was 34 and I was barely 14 and my brother 11.  Nobody had ever lived with that type of brain cancer, but they tried a new chemo concoction, and she survived, and when she died many years later it was a heart attack, not the cancer returning.  But I'm thinking of the terrible lack of support my brother and I had, as we had just moved across the country and knew no one.  There was no one to talk to.  My granddaughter has a large support system, and people to talk with.  But my heart knows the confusion and fear that a child faces with a sick parent.  Rain without letup.