It's Our Fault

(But That's Not the Whole Story)

Having my immediate family living in separate homes, an hour apart, means I spend a lot of time in the car. Mostly, I do not mind driving.

Depending on how far out I am from my last infusion, or if I have a cold or my period, the ride is usually filled with one of a few things: phone calls with friends or family, insurance or social security conversation…