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Hither By Thy Help I’ve Come
The last few days have been hard. The writer in me wants to come up with a more dramatic word, but my brain hasn’t been working so well these last few days since we received news of my progression. To say I’m not scared of the unknown facing me would be a lie. But even…
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A Small Word that Is Really Big
Progression. I hear the word and immediately feel numb. My brain fogs and my vision clouds with unshed tears. I shake my head to try and clear my mind so I can comprehend what my doctor is saying. She shows me my scan. See, this spot here and then another one here and here. She…
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Tired
Tired. I am tired. I am tired of picking up my phone and crying. I am tired of checking my emails or texts and reading of heartbreak. I’m tired of the weariness of this world. I am tired of the processing and grieving and the pain of loss and heartache. I know many of you…
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National Daughter’s Day
I wounded my daughter the other day. She was sharing some exciting news, and I answered thoughtlessly. She sat quietly in the car and as I apologized, she said, “It’s okay, Mom.” She was working hard to hold back tears and my heart ached, because my carelessness meant pain for her. Pain that I couldn’t…
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Jumpstarting My Heart
“I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing…