Is a truly terrible place.

The last Friday in February my 90 year old mother fell and broke her hip. Luckily she broke the femur and not close into the joint so the repair surgery was not complicated and didn't need a replacement. Unluckily, she is 90 and opiate sensitive. Anything they give her for pain is a nightmare of nausea and delirium.  She spent a week in the hospital for the surgery, a week in a rehab hospital and six weeks in a rehab care facility and came home Friday the 13th. They sent her home too soon and I must take  care of her 24-7. I've got some help but it seems far away during a 4am crisis. 

The very day that my mother fell, my older brother went into a hospital across country with what has been diagnosed as bone marrow cancer.

I am alone with the care of my mother and, I can't get away to see my brother. 

I'm alone. I am afraid. I must hold the line.

Every man is tested and this is my hour.

I will stand come what may because to cower and shy away from this is simply not who I am.

My worst hour will be my finest hour.