Everybody always asks how John is doing, and that's only fair. He's the one who's really sick. And I'm just as stressed out as he is . . . But I found an answer. If I can't find anyone else to talk to, then I talk to Chips the dog.
Chips is a good listener.
Probably because he knows he'll get a snack afterward. Sometimes I wish that I were the one who was sick. Then again, I'm glad I'm not. I feel guilty for thinking that I'm glad it's not me. It's not easy, but I know that in the end it will be worth it.