I wrote a huge post in the temp site and knew it would get lost and I don't have the energy to recap. I was looking for some responses about the following. I have been dealing with the sick kiddo and her getting her second round of chemo next week, first making her deathy ill. But I have been dealing. Work with a client I have helped for 15 years. Set up services when her husband was dying, set yp services when she had a stroke. She's had breast cancer, caught late, spread to bones. She's had a fractured hip. And the bone cancer may be getting to her so I have been using all my brain cells trying to figure out her care needs and how they would be met. Tired from that, enough. Found out later yesterday that a buddy, friend of mine has cancer just dianosed that is through and through. Comfort care only. Sweet kind gentlemen who has always been caring with me and with my son. Loves to visit and has strong values about his family. All pooped out last night with a bad head ache emailing my T with how do I do this ? Then this morning hubby went away for weekend and older daughter came up and said bubbles an angora was in the open part of her cage soaking wet and her back lets didn't work. I brought her in, dried her off, and put her in a cage filled with hay, food and water, and covered her. Several hours later I checked her and she had pooed and peed all over herself and legs still had no movment like from waste down. So my kind neighbor came over and got her and took her home to euthanize for me. AHHHH. Then my daughter's boy friend came over. Daughter and I went to take him home and the bearded collie and one of my poodle terrier babies jumped in the car and away we went. My daughter was driving but informed me she shouldn't so she pulled off at the town gravel pit and I drove the rest of the way. Dropped of the kid and I politely turned my head as they kissed, my daughter left the back door opopen as this occured. On the way home it was foggy and i hit something, turned around to see it was a young racoon. Never even saw it but at least it was quite dead. Drove home and We were letting the animals out and no poodle terrier. My daughter called the boyfriends house and they went out looking for her. I drove the ten miles over frantically looking and did not find her. Stopped at the sand pit, not there. Got home and found that the boyfriends family found her in the road by the gravel pit. She musta heard my car and gone to explore. I thanked them a lot and was so greatful. Doggie and her brothers are my comfort. I had moved my daughter's polish inside today as I couldn't stand the thought of my daughter coming home from camp and fiinding her bunny dead. I brought in my 3 month old polish because I could. I considered bringing in the other 12 but it would take all of my living space. So I was looking, cup half empty, half full? Some fabulous people saved my rear today. My doogie is here beside me just like always. She and her brothers are my children. I am graced with knowing a very extrordinary child and her family, whatever happens. I am graced with a rare buddy, just someone to talk to about things, get philisophical. He is dedicated to his family. My frien'd way older dad is dying and I got to know this stubborn independent Irish man and see him in his daughter a lot. So, half full as i am safe in bed with my doggie children and no one died today. How do I get my energy back without hurting myself to deal with all of this? Just to keep moving through it. How do I stay healthy?