For many years to come we survived on donated bandages or, worse, washed and re-used bandages. It’s heartbreaking for everyone to see my son not only suffering but deteriorating before our very eyes.  The death of my child changed me in ways I cannot ever explain nor express the monumental importance of. When you hear a bereaved mom mention the name of their child in heaven, just listen. I will continue to fight, just as all parents on this journeyRead More →

Every three months I have an appointment with my psychiatrist and I strangely look forward to it. He is not a therapist per se, we do talk about my mental struggles, but I do not spend an hour blabbing about my problems. I say “strangely” because before my appointment I am forced to do an inner assessment of why I am feeling low lately so I can accurately explain myself to him. I am not used to explore my innerRead More →

I am so glad Nicky and I survived last week because it was exhausting. Monday and Tuesday I drove us to Stanford and back with an overnight stay. One way is 6 hours. I was trying to explain to my parents how amazing but tiring this trip is for us. I love driving, always did. We have our “stops”, our routines. I’ve come to know certain rest areas like the back of my hand, and certain truck stops are very coolRead More →