For those who don’t know, something like 20-30% of parents with children that suffer from chronic illnesses or severe diseases suffer with PTSD. PTSD can surface in many different ways, including unexplained frustration, anger, sadness, anxiety, deep depression, issues with going into public, problems with noise, weight gain or loss, and flashbacks. And… Continue reading Flashbacks are a THING.
Eight years ago today, Sophie started chemotherapy. Eight years ago today, I was terrified, watching as Dan held her in her long cherry covered jumper in the waiting room of the hospital while we waited to be taken to pre-op before the surgery to put her port in. By 2pm that day, they had completed… Continue reading Rejoice in Your Holidays
You just read that title and thought “I know my kid is mortal. I’ve faced this.” And I would agree with you before my daughter was diagnosed with cancer. But I didn’t realize what my child’s mortality really was until it slapped me in the face. I knew, when I got pregnant, that I had… Continue reading The Moment You Face Your Child’s Mortality
Growing up, we used to watch Donna Reed on Nick at Nite. And I remember thinking, when watching that, that my dad was different. He would come home from work and yes, he’d ask how our day was, but he’d also cut up with us. He’d laugh and make us laugh and he’d get in… Continue reading The Meaning of “Daddy”
My daughter cried today. So hard I almost couldn’t understand what she was saying when I asked her to talk about it. But I had to restart my own sentence because my own voice croaked. I was crying too. See, I listen to NPR on the way home with Sophie so that we can talk… Continue reading My daughter cried today.
Sorry… I started this as a FB post, but I am wordy… I have a few points to make about this shooting that have just been bouncing around in my skull for the last 24 hours. They are not all related. And no, not one point takes precedence over the others. The fact that it’s… Continue reading A Few Points about The Pulse Shooting
When I was pregnant with my first child, I wanted a little girl. Because my brain didn’t think beyond the pink bows and little girliness that having a baby girl is. For my second child, I wanted healthy, since we’d had such a rocky road with our first. With my third, I just wanted a… Continue reading What My Daughters Will Face and the Restroom Debate