5 Years In


Next month it will be 5 years since I lost my 25 year old son in a car accident. It’s significant only because I was sure that in the beginning, I wouldn’t survive at all.  But I did, and this is a story of how I did survive and how I have learned to find some joy in my life again.


How I’m Coping with the Grief of Chronic Illness


When I was about eight years old, I had Scarlet Fever. I remember being in bed for days and the health department putting a huge QUARANTINED sign in front of our house. Scarlet Fever damaged my heart and I developed a murmur. As the years passed, the leaking valve became worse, and two more valves began to leak.