Everything

 Last fall T1 was diagnosed with an auto immune disorder that will require him to be on medication for the rest of his life. we weren't jumping for joy, but we have good health insurance, and we knew that he could stay on until he was 26 or, until he was a job that offered coverage. it was a disorder, but it was manageable, and, for all its faults, the Affordable Care Act insured that his pre-existing condition would not prevent him from getting insurance in the future.The last few days, as executive orders have been flying fast and furious, a vaguely worded repeal of the Affordable Care Act threatens to jeopardize both of T1's future lifelines, and I have struggled to keep my thoughts on anything but how to protect my son's health now and over the next few years as he takes the next steps towards adulthood.I've always been sympathetic towards others with chronic illnesses or conditions that used to keep them from being insurable and grateful for the insurance we do have, but I don't think I have ever truly empathized with what the constant strategizing must be like, and I'm ashamed of having not fought harder for T1 and for others.  It's something I intend to change.Tonight may not be the moment to fight, but it seemed like a good night to tackle something I can control - a paint brush. Creating is such a little thing, and yet, right now it's everything.Save