How to Help Myself
A couple of weeks ago, I began thinking to myself, “I’m ready to work again.” Then I thought, “I want to work again.” Once, I even…
A couple of weeks ago, I began thinking to myself, “I’m ready to work again.” Then I thought, “I want to work again.” Once, I even…
I have learned first hand that everyone in the circle has two stories to tell: the sad, hard story of their son’s or daughter’s death and…
There are so many images that sometimes press themselves into my mind, pictures I do not want to see, moments in time I do not want to…
After Camila died, it took me some time to do certain things. I tossed through the sympathy cards. I wasn’t ready to be comforted, and I wasn’t ready to…
After Camila died, I found a journal on her nightstand at home. I had come home after living with her in hospitals for ten months, so finding this felt…
I got through the holidays, and now Camila’s birthday is coming up. As people in the circle say, I’m experiencing the “first year” markers. And they hurt.…
Everyone develops coping mechanisms, things they do to help them get through the days and the long hours of the night. When I began trying to…
When Camila’s cord blood transplant was only two weeks away, she came out of remission. We moved from Transplant back to Oncology, and there met a…