First, a disclaimer/apology: I realize I haven't kept up on my blog lately. Life gets both hectic and boring with a newborn around. The best part of our days lately has been the funny stuff that Felix and Amelia say. They crack us up. Also, Oscar is a very cheerful and generally easy baby. Thank goodness. I'm sorry. I'll try to do better.
Now, for the reason I'm writing today...
It seems lately that there is tragedy all around me. Everyone is being hit. Either there is serious illness or financial distress, and often the two go hand in hand.
Money stinks. Everyone is wanting, and it's not frivolous stuff either. For example, there's the dear friend who's insurance won't pay for her son's $1500 per month growth hormones so he can be a normal-sized boy. There's the dear friend who just found out she has cataracts and will need serious and expensive surgery. There's the sister who's trying to support her family while her husband's business flails. There's the cousin who's son needs all sorts of reconstructive surgery for a birth defect. There's the sister who is finding her hours cut at work, despite needing to work full-time to pay her bills. There's the friend who's son was just diagnosed with a couple of serious illnesses and has been trying to raise money to get a service dog trained for him.
I, for once, got some amazing news recently and now I feel all sorts of guilty about it. I mean, I think it was about time our ship came in (so to speak), but I hate seeing my loved ones in distress.
I have got to figure out a way to help those around me. I hate the idea of fundraising. I do like the idea of being wealthy enough to help. I've got to figure out how to do that. I'm sure if any of my loved ones knew how, they'd already be doing that themselves, but if anyone has any ideas, please spread the love.