I feel everybody's pain these days. Life as we know it has gone down the tubes. Some of us are better off than others, but nobody's life is the same, is it? I try to practice gratitude, but it's difficult at times. I have enough to eat. I have a relatively safe place to live. I am a retired advanced practice nurse, so I am grateful I am no longer in the fray. I'm lucky that I have the knowledge to understand what is going on and how to reasonably protect myself. However, I have a husband who is disabled and is at extraordinarily high risk due to multiple illnesses and is on a ventilator 14-16 hours a day. I am his only caregiver. I cannot catch this virus or he would have to go to a nursing home, which is a death sentence in itself for him. I cannot give him this virus or it would surely kill him. I have been in almost total isolation with him since March. I can only go out only very rare occasions to pick up necessities that I cannot get delivered, where I see ignorant people who think that masks are irrelevant. When a vaccine becomes available, it is doubtful that it will be effective in people our ages. So I foresee living and dying in this house. I tell myself there are worse things, because there are. But we can't give up hope! It's all we've got, and I keep thinking things will eventually get better.