Hills & Valleys

It is relatively unimportant as far as things go these days with the pandemic, but when I look inward at myself, I do see how my emotions ebb and flow.  One day I will feel comfortable and feel that we will be able to get through this situation with life relatively unscathed.  I can convince myself that we will be able to keep the curve flat enough so that we will be able to successfully treat folks who have this Covid-19 situation in a rough way in our hospitals and that the survival for them will not be determined by lack of care and shortages.  But, then the next day, I fear that we are already too, too late and that there will be so very many folks who, IF MEDICAL TREATMENT WERE AVAILABLE, would be able to recover.... but will perish because of our mistakes, our poor planning, our lack of medical supplies. 

To imagine a state  of affairs where some are suggesting the need for selecting who lives and who dies based upon their "value" to society makes me hurt so very deeply inside.  Even after Covid-19 is past... how do we, if we are a survivor, cope with these choices our society may have made? 

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On a "lighter side" I found an old can of instant coffee hidden away in the cupboard.  We had it because we do not actually own a coffee maker as I am the only coffee drinker in the family and would, when wanting coffee, get it at work or at a convenience store.  In our state of sheltering in, I made myself a cup of instant coffee.  It was quite pleasant and felt like something "normal". 

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