I really don't want to complain, but I'm going to, just for one minute. You see, I am exhausted due to six nights of interrupted sleep. I almost feel as if I have a newborn in the house. Ethan has a cough. A very dry cough. And this cough seems to rear its ugly head in the wee hours of the morning, like between 2 and 3 a.m. Of course, it wakes me up; I get out of bed, check on him, bring him some water, and answer his question with the response "yes, you are going to get up soon" (I find it easier to tell him what he wants to hear at this hour, rather than tell him the truth which is, "no way are you going to get up soon...it's the middle of the night!"). I am then awake, tossing and turning, trying to get back to sleep. His cough subsides and once again there is silence in the house. Still, I am up, unable to drift off for quite a while. Finally, I do, but then of course, come 6:00 a.m., his normal "wake up" time, he's coughing once more, as if to say "Hey you guys, now I am up. What do you want to do?" He is my son, and I love him dearly, but his cough right now is the bane of my existence.
So, I am simply going to provide a link to an article you might find interesting regarding breast cancer and Ashkenazi Jewish women. You can read it here.
As for me, I think I'm going to try to get some sleep.
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