It sometimes seems that the 6 of us are lined up, face down playing what was once an innocent game of dogpile. It started when Craig got "baby cancer". Not that it was cancer of the baby and not to diminish the seriousness of his disease, but that at the time it seemed relatively innocuous in the cancer world. He, in fact, was told he had a nearly 0% chance of recurrence. At the time, regardless of the statistics and assurance that it was contained, it was absolutely horrifying, life-altering, and confusing for our family. So, "ooooof" groans the family as that issue climbed on. One by one, a new "something" adds to the dogpile and each time we adjust, wriggle around just enough to evenly distribute the load and wait for more. Add to it, putting down our family dogs, a sick cat, big body slam from the GBM, another wammo from the Chromophobe and pretty soon we're in a pile you can't simply push up and walk away from. It might be easy to be stuck in a moment feeling down and out, weighed down by all those "somethings", but with a little more twisting and maneuvering, we can shift just enough to catch our collective breath. I would agree with Jill that despite the ridiculousness of our lives, we can still find our happiness without tooooooo much effort.
Then there's that 800 lb gorilla, slowly climbing a ladder to get a better angle for his bodyslam debut...
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