We had the specialist consult today for Jun. Both the medical AI and the attendant say they have no diagnosis yet. Big help. They’re sending out his bloodwork for more analysis, and they want us to fund a gamified version of the problem. Of course we said yes, but there goes half the money we’d saved up for his education.

Poor boy has lost so much weight. He won’t even eat his favorite sticky buns. His sister keeps pestering him to come play, but he’s too grumpy.

And for the record, having a piece of software do most of the work while the human “doctor” does the talking is unsettling. What kind of world are my children going to inherit?

JOURNAL ENTRY: JOSEPHINE LEE, DECEMBER 22, 2079

Dear God, I’m not a Christian, but if you’re there, please give us some good news for Christmas this year. Please.

JOURNAL ENTRY: JOSEPHINE LEE, DECEMBER 24, 2079

Fuck you, universe. My boy deserves a better life. It’s almost the twenty-second century. We have to find a way to make him well.

Idiopathic, my ass.

JOURNAL ENTRY: JOSEPHINE LEE, FEBRUARY 18, 2080

The game-sourced results are in, and the news is that we may have a previously unidentified, genetic autoimmune disorder on our hands. Don wants to call it Jun-ha’s Disease. I don’t know that I want to immortalize my boy by his (hopefully temporary) condition.

It’s a stupid thing to fight over, right? We seem to argue about everything now. Mom asked if we’re going to split up. I told her that we’re back to meetings at the temple and that listening to Kanata-san is helping us make peace.

As if that wasn’t enough, I’ve been offered a position to direct the labor rights division at the EUBGA. We’d have to move, again, because they want me in Brussels.

JOURNAL ENTRY: JOSEPHINE LEE, JANUARY 2, 2081

Happy New Year!

2080 can eat a load of blanks. This is the year we turn our lives around. I can feel it.

Don is so wonderful. He pushed me to accept the EUBGA position, and I’m so happy about it. He and the kids are moving in three weeks. The past few months have been hard, bouncing back and forth to Europe, and missing out on Jun’s initial treatments. He’s been withdrawn and moody, always wanting Dad. It breaks my heart. Soo-ha makes up for it as best she can. Poor baby. I hope she isn’t getting lost in all the attention we give to her big brother.