The other day I came across a post about “9 things Italians living in the US will miss“, and while I concurred with everything posted, the one that spoke to me most was the one about family living close by. Oh, how I miss that! But it goes further than that. It’s the whole culture, the whole mindset that came to mind while I was reading this post. The mindset of caring for one another in a broader sense. InRead More →

The other night I was changing the bandages of Nicky’s lower back and to my dismay, in the attempt of healing the area, the opposite happened. It’s now worse than it’s ever been. The whole area is a BIG open wound. Ugh. It’s always a shock to me that I can even do this. Before Nicky was born I was an absolute wimp, who could not watch my own blood being drawn. Amazing what we learn to do out ofRead More →

August 1997 – Nicky here is 8.5 months old and with my help he can stand up. At this point his feet were not too bad so he could put some weight on it. Plus, he was not that heavy! This is key and one of the reasons why nowadays it’s painful for him to stand, he’s just too heavy. He’s an adult now. Notice I am holding his arms and not his poor little hands. I cringe when IRead More →

From my book “Butterfly Child“: “For a long time I told myself that things would get easier. It was going to be easier once he sat up, or when he was out of diapers, or when he turned 10, but I had been duped. The wounds were bigger, nastier, took longer to heal; the limbs were longer, we needed more bandages, longer wound care, hands worse, more homework, and things were only going to get tougher.” I wrote this sentenceRead More →

As mothers (and fathers!) we have children for many reasons, none of which include seeing our babies in pain for decades nor burying them. The death of a baby is a scarring event, make no mistake about it. The thing that haunts me the most is that it’s so final. There is no hope to be had, it’s over. Having lost a baby at birth, I can honestly say, from first-hand experience, that the grief is absolutely and completely heart-wrenching.Read More →

Everyone in my family knows how obsessed I am about genealogy. Completely obsessed! So it should come as no surprise that one of my favorite TV shows is “Who do you think you are“, who just wrapped up another season on TLC. Up until this past season, my favorite episode hands down has been the one where Rita Wilson not only finds out she had a brother that died as a baby, but also reunited with her uncle she didn’t evenRead More →

“This message is so simple, yet it gets forgotten. The people living with the condition are the experts.” I was reading an interview with Michael J. Fox on a magazine and when I read that line I had to underline it a million times. Not only because it’s true, but because it reminds me that asking my son how he feels or what his pain level is on a daily basis is so crucial. Nicky is a pretty brave individual,Read More →

July 2013 – Nicky, 16.5 years old, on the deck of our cruise ship as it was approaching Dawes Glacier. Following is an excerpt from the Book “Butterfly Child”. In early 2012 a woman from the Scott Ward-Schofield Memorial Fund contacted me. This Charity was formed to raise awareness for Epidermolysis Bullosa and arrange and pay for holidays, short breaks and special days out for sufferers and their families/carers. I was happy to help this woman spread the word aboutRead More →