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Surgery makes me sick

Deane was in a great mood this morning. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him laugh and smile so much in a hospital. He has certainly never been so happy while waiting for surgery.  He was goofing around with Dad, demanding hugs, refusing to pose for pictures and pretending he was going back to sleep. … Continue reading

Life’s not fair

I haven’t done it in years. Different events trigger it, but in the end it is always the same. I’m lying on my bed with my fists clenched, yelling through my tears. “Why? I don’t understand! Why me? Why does this have to happen? It’s not fair!” I pound the bed with my fists. I … Continue reading