It's Okay Not to be okay.
It's okay not to be okay. You: "How are you?" Internal me: "I might burst into tears.... It's been a rough week and it's only Wednesday. I've caught vomit, stuck a needle into a port, tracked a fever, spilled meds, hooked up IV fluids, made 600 phone calls, worked till 5 each day, tried to cook diner and straighten the house. I've fallen asleep waiting for the night nurse to come when I know there is so much more to do.... All the while, I've tried desperately to make sure my three other children felt as loved and "normal" as possible... Do you really want to know how I'm doing? I mean....REALLY? Will you give me "advice"? Will you tell me how "strong" I am? Will you say, I don't know how you do it? OR will you just look at me with a blank stare because, really you thought I would just say..."I'm okay."? I give you a smile and say, "Good. I'm good, you?" Now that I'm