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discharge; household duties, including those that were once his responsibility; and my work. I’m exhausted — physically, mentally, and emotionally.</p><p id="1153">I have very little <i>shine </i>in my life right now, so I dug through old photos for one that made me feel warm and happy. It’s from the end of 2020, the first year of the-pandemic-that-won’t-end. Before taking this photo, I looked for a bright scene that would illustrate hope.</p><p id="f342">At the time, my hope was for the pandemic to end and for life to return to pre-virus normal. Now, my hope is for my husband to regain his health and for our life to return to what became a <i>reluctant normal </i>in this world of a virus that recycles itself again and again. My husband does not have Covid, but his immune system is so low that any virus would be devastating for him.</p><p id="fcc4">I

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had hoped this photo would usher in better days in 2021. It didn’t.</p><p id="6778">Maybe it will this time.</p><p id="911b">© Dennett 2022</p><p id="30a5">In response to this summer <i>Shine </i>prompt by <a href="undefined">Mary Chang Story Writer</a>:</p><div id="1581" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/boy-makes-a-splash-at-sunset-8c554576471a"> <div> <div> <h2>Boy Makes a Splash at Sunset</h2> <div><h3>Summer Six Word Photo Story Challenge: “Shine!”</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*76r0eMFniIT2wgbWC_2K2w.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Remembering the shine in the dark.

July was a series of dark days. Eight spent in the hospital watching my husband’s health worsening. He left that edifice of healing worse than when he entered. Care was abysmal, attention was lacking, and compassion was infrequent. So bad was his experience that he refused to be admitted during an emergency room visit this week when the doctor recommended another hospital stay. He prefers that we take our chances at home.

I’ve been juggling his care, including a multitude of doctor’s appointments after his hospital discharge; household duties, including those that were once his responsibility; and my work. I’m exhausted — physically, mentally, and emotionally.

I have very little shine in my life right now, so I dug through old photos for one that made me feel warm and happy. It’s from the end of 2020, the first year of the-pandemic-that-won’t-end. Before taking this photo, I looked for a bright scene that would illustrate hope.

At the time, my hope was for the pandemic to end and for life to return to pre-virus normal. Now, my hope is for my husband to regain his health and for our life to return to what became a reluctant normal in this world of a virus that recycles itself again and again. My husband does not have Covid, but his immune system is so low that any virus would be devastating for him.

I had hoped this photo would usher in better days in 2021. It didn’t.

Maybe it will this time.

In response to this summer Shine prompt by Mary Chang Story Writer: