As I write this I am just exhausted. I’ve spent most of the day in a veterinary hospital and there were so many temptations involving single-use materials: the Keurig machine and vending machine in the lobby, the basket of snack packs that are very tempting when you haven’t eaten all day and your heart is in pieces and you just really want a fucking cookie.
My 6 year old baby is going to die in less than a year.
My world is shattered.
and yet I can’t help but feel guilty.
And Fizzy, my sweet little guy, deserves a chance.
They deserve several.
So whereas I feel sorry for the waste his treatment will create, I’m not apologetic. Just as I don’t blame the mom who has to give her child bottled water because their tap water isn’t safe…. you do what you do to ensure the survival of your family.
It’s not our fault. It’s the oil industry.
Plastic and fossil fuels are directly linked. Plastic is made from fossil fuels. And whenever I start to feel guilty, I tell myself this.
But for now, all I can do is channel my sadness, and honestly, my anger, into something positive: volunteering, petitioning, and anything else distracting and healthy.
Eat as much good food as possible.
Spend as much time with Fizzy as I can.
Cherish every second.
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