Dear Caregiver, You don’t know me. I’m just another nameless face in the crowd of the near dozen people who crowd into your chronically ill child’s hospital room every morning to discuss the plan of care for the day. Generally, you have no need to interact with me and I don’t have much to…
Having three surgeries in four months makes for a lot of pre-op testing. Today was pre-op day for surgery number three in 2016-placement of the Pipeline Embolization Device for my aneurysm. The day began far too early. I went to bed at midnight because my first appointment was at 8:15 am. Unfortunately, I woke…
Since things have been getting a little dark around here lately, I want to lighten it up. I currently have 124 followers and many more who read my posts on Facebook and Twitter. So, to make things exciting… I want ALL OF YOU to submit a question (or more) you would like to ask me…
I once had a coworker tell me, “We just want the old Laura back.” It was at a time earlier this year when I went on my first continuous leave from work in the hopes that the rest would break the cycle of migraines I had found myself in. Everyone knew that something was…
“…lit up like a star…” Ok, I know it’s a little bit early. Last year we didn’t put the tree up until the week after Thanksgiving (but only because we ended up having to buy a new tree, so we got one online for 50% off on Thanksgiving, ha!) But I had to do…
Trigger warning: depression and self harm Last night was a rough night. Not as bad as it could have been. Just some tears and feeling sorry for myself. It’s always worst late at night, especially after David goes to bed (I can probably count on one hand the number of times I’ve gone to…
What if I can’t? I can’t stop worrying about the future, even though I know it’s in God’s hands. I’m not sure what He wants me to do, and right now it scares me. I have a huge decision to make that I don’t know if I’m capable of making. I can’t find anything…
Last night, after hiding in my bedroom to avoid trick-or-treaters (Halloween is the worst when you’re having fertility problems), I received a huge shock in the form of an email stating that a past blog post from August I submitted a week and a half ago was published on The Mighty! I was absolutely…
The person I was a year ago is not the person I am now. Not by a long shot. Even though I’m only a year older, I feel as though I’ve aged at least ten years in the past year. Must be a thing that happens once you hit your 30s. When I look…
I don’t understand. I’m out of commission. Again. And to say I’m frustrated is a gross understatement. This fatigue is crushing me into dust. I feel defeated. Worthless. Useless. But most of all, I feel angry.
