This time last year, my mom visited me at the hospital, armed with two baskets and a shopping bag full of candy and toys. We spent the next hour putting together Easter Baskets for my two boys, since I wasn't home to do it myself. I could not explain to her just how much that... Continue Reading →
Day +226: MY BODY WANTS TO RUN!
Finally!! I have been feeling hints of it for weeks now, my body whispering to me that it is getting stronger. This morning, as I drove to work, it was a loud roar, not a quiet whisper. My legs wanted to go, my lungs ached to feel the cool air rush through them, my arms... Continue Reading →
Day +94: My Father’s Eyes
I wasn't there that morning When my Father passed away I didn't get to tell him All the things I had to sayThose lyrics are taken from the song "The Living Years" by Mike and the Mechanics, a song that resonated soundly with me when it was released three years after my own father passed... Continue Reading →
Weeks 9-11: The Outside
Three weeks have passed since I was discharged from the hospital. I returned to work that Monday morning, more than a little anxious. Putting on "real clothes" was fantastic. While it was sooner than I really wanted to go back, in order to maximize my remaining disability benefits. Honestly, it was good to go back.... Continue Reading →
Week 8: The Upswing
Today is Saturday. I go home today. As I type those words, I am bombarded with a myriad of emotions ranging from ecstatic to terrified. I have lived the last 8 weeks - 57 days to be exact - in a protected bubble. My meals have been delivered three times a day, containing foods that... Continue Reading →
The Road Less Traveled 