Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I was like a yoyo today.  I felt depressed when I got up, almost bent over with grief over my daughter.  Then I straightened my back and went on with my morning routine:  get the papers, make breakfast, get dressed, do my video for my grandkids, take a walk.  I felt much better.  I had a phone call with my therapist at 1, and she suggested that immunotherapy for my daughter might be an option. This is because her husband is an oncologist.   I texted my daughter and she said that had been one of her 3 trials she'd applied for, but they had closed down the trials because of the Covid 19.  I cried for a while.  I talked to my younger son.  He was worried about the new rule of wearing cloth masks.  We got each other both more upset and reassured ( it alternated from moment to moment).  I went outside and sat in a chair in my backyard, appreciating the sun warming me.  The hell with skin cancer.  Not my worry at this time.  We are having BLTs for dinner and I am attempting to look forward to that.  Did I tell you my therapist is sending me gloves in the mail?  How is that for caring about a client?!