RIP Jane Brooks

Hi, friends. As you know, I’ve been caring for my aunt the last four and a half years. Last Monday, she passed away.

Her battle with ALS was hard-fought; she outlived her prognosis by a year and a half, which is no small feat.

This particular period of care-taking was the most brutal thing I’ve ever been through in my life.

I say that as a survivor of eight miscarriages, multiple surgeries, and incredible illness, mystery, and miracles hounding both me and my beloved husband.

Husband and I need a break – but so does the whole world, and it isn’t happening.

Anyway, I’m trying to heal up. This is a level of stress I didn’t know I could survive, and I need to bow out for a bit.

Later, y’all.

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