I can't share all of what is going on now. Needless to say, there is a lot of crying alone. It is hard to push past the pity party when things seem to be on an accelerating downward trajectory. I look in the mirror and I just see the Wicked Witch of the West; sad, old, and alone.
In other news, I received over $12K in new medical invoices this week from the day Constance passed. The additional new bills were accompanied by an automated call from the hospital asking me to call if I had questions. What is the old expression about the only things that are certain being taxes and death? Perhaps bills can be added to that list.