It's so hard not to continually think about Little E's well being.
Not to "what if" the heck out of something like this. Consciously I've decided not to treat the diagnosis like it's the only thing that I should focus on and do the opposite - try not to think about it.
It's just that any time she gets grumpy or gassy or out of sorts it's hard not to worry that the illness is causing it. Yeesh.
Tonight my choir sang at the Hycroft House with 3 other women's choirs. It was musical therapy. Each group was different and it was really nice to have a chance to hear some other singers. It was also a warm up for our main affair - Higher Ground, May 10th at Mulgrave School in West Vancouver (a little plug).
Is it too late to consider a career in musical therapy?
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