Tom, my husband’s brother and one of my favorite relatives, is in the hospital with serious medical issues.
For days now, I’ve been worried, and I’ve been surrounded by a sense of foreboding. On more than one occasion, I’ve wondered if chocolate might make me feel better. Of course, it might make me feel better for a few minutes. But, then, soon, I know that I would feel even worse.
Instead, of reaching for a candy bar, I’ve made a pot of tea. I’ve gone on my morning walk even though there didn’t seem to be room for it on my list of things-to-do. And, we’ve planned a trip to visit Tom.