Backtracking...

First, let me apologize for not giving a heads up as to my absence since last Wednesday.  I was so excited about our trip to see Milo I forgot to post, "be back soon."

Thus, the backtracking to explain yesterday's post.  I received more than a few texts and emails for an explanation.

It was last Thursday while we were in NYC when I heard from my brother, after he had been incommunicado for weeks. He left me with little recourse after dropping a bomb that he may be very ill, yet resistant to go for tests.  I was happily playing with Milo on the floor when he called.  Whenever he has a problem related to his health or his children's health he calls me in a panic, sometimes while on his way to a Minute Clinic, then acts like nothing was ever really wrong.

Worries over his well being have been weighing heavily on my mind for months now. The most obvious problem is his suspicion of main stream medicine.  The call that finally came from him last night was the answer I had been hoping for; he was finally going to follow the doctor's recommendations, at last.

But not knowing what he would do last week, not wanting to get pulled into his world, and ruin the weekend with our children, and especially Milo, I thought of a quote that has helped me through many a rough patch. "I am safe and my healthy relationships support me."

As I said goodbye to my brother and put down my cell, Milo crawled onto my lap, happily chatting away!  Milo was all the support I needed!