Some of my wonderful women friends are getting bad news this week. They are looking at some of the same hard choices that I have either had to make in the past, or that I am making now.
Some of them are making these choices for the first time; I remember how scary that was when I was looking into that great unknown. I also remember how angry I was as I found out more about the choices I wasn't being offered (or allowed to make).
Some of them are making these choices again, the latest exercise in a long line of choosing between one evil and another. The quality of the scared and angry is a bit different with wear and tear, but it's still there. The choices aren't easier - although we know a bit more, through research and experience, we're still facing some great unknowns.
It sucks, no matter how you look at it.
Unfortunately, although I can offer information, and more importantly my sympathy and support, I cannot offer answers or fixes. As far as I can find, there aren't any of those out there.
But I can offer love. I'm thinking of you every day, my sisters; I cannot hold you in my arms, but I hold you in my heart - as I know you hold me in yours. In that connection, at least, we are strong.