On my last post I talked about Insurance Companies and the hell they put me through the past 17+ years. I also explained why they bother me so much-the endless bills they do not pay or refuse to pay when they should, my two bankruptcies, and the simple fact that they are making our life harder than it already is. Having a medically fragile child is not for the meek, you have to be prepared to do and fight thingsRead More →

Two years ago it became clear that Nicky’s power chair was on its last leg. The chair was 6 years old and it was literally falling apart. Not only that, Nicky was 9 when he got it, and he was now 15, he barely fit into the thing anymore. The Physical Therapy dept at CHLA started writing referrals to the Insurance company to get a new chair. Nothing happened. Several letters later, several appointments for measurements later, several phone callsRead More →

One of the most frustrating parts of having a child with EB is that I often felt as if I was abandoned. Not only abandoned because I had nobody to help me with his extreme needs, but abandoned by society in general. So much is available for families that have children with more common conditions, but I always felt EB felt through the cracks due to the rarity of the disorder. This excerpt from my upcoming book ‘Butterfly Child‘, dueRead More →

I have to admit it. Through my trials of the past nearly 18 years, not much seems to bother me anymore. I am amazed at the thick skin (pun intended) I’ve developed over the years. I chuckle daily at the things people complain about on Facebook or other social networks, and I know I learned a lot and have come a long way from the teenage girl whose ego was easily bruised. I strive to be the gal who doesRead More →

“Everywhere around the world, they are coming to America”… that’s the words of a song  by Neil Diamond which always pulled at my heartstrings. America always enticed me, and while I never planned to live here per se, the idea of adventure, success and fun was always synonymous to it. I grew up in Europe, Italy to be exact. I never realized how different growing up there was until I now compare my son’s childhood in the US with my nieces andRead More →

I was adding a few things to the book I am currently writing about Nicky’s life, which is nowhere near done and I was stunned when I realized I already wrote almost 200 pages, and I have 10+ more years of stories to go. These are not 200 pages filled with overly descriptive anecdotes either, no mist over the window overlooking a tree with owls that made me realize the secret of life, ha ha, these are 200 pages of hard hittingRead More →

In late October 2010, a little over a year ago, I put my heart on a sleeve and vented. My opinions are not those of a politician I chose to believe, or handed down by a parent, since my parents never talked about American Politics and I had no idea how my dad felt about politics until recently; my parents live in Italy BTW. My opinion does not come from a TV channel, newsprogram or a newspaper I chose toRead More →