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April 13, 2010
Being able is a powerful feeling. It doesn't take away any of the uncertainty.

How will I deal with it when my momís intestine loses control, I asked myself a while ago, wringing my hands. Iíll just deal with it, my wiser self replied. And that's what I did. I learned that I'm able to clean her up when it is needed, pulling on gloves and sticking my hands in right there where she couldnít help herself. Because that is what she needs. Fun? No ways. But perfectly manageable.

I am able. And that makes me safe.