I was first introduced to essential oils when Joe was in the hospital with leukemia. They had massage therapists that worked the room where the kids got their chemo. These women would ask how he was feeling or what he was experiencing and massage him with the appropriate oils.
It’s been constant work on my mental stability as the news continues to get worse, and the hits keep coming. Every time I get over one bit of bad news, the next one comes. The quarantine rules keep changing and growing. Up and down, up and down. Is this the apocalypse? It is all feels so surreal, but I am not going there today!
How can I write about an ongoing chapter of my life without stepping over the boundaries and privacy of another? It’s a moral dilemma. I want to be able to support others and let them know they aren’t alone in certain situations. This is one of them and I did get permission.
With the world mourning the tragic death of Kobe Bryant and his daughter, Gianna, I had my own thoughts. It wasn’t that I didn’t feel deeply saddened for his family, of course, I did! All deaths are sad and tragic to the families left behind.
As we are nearing the end of Down Syndrome Awareness Month, I feel compelled to write about my guy. Lord knows, he is my favorite subject. What’s it like to live with my little man?
Maybe it was him or perhaps it was me … I don’t know, but even not feeling anything, I kept doing it anyway. It was something I felt I had to do to keep him.
Exactly one year ago, I introduced myself to the world. I pressed publish and made a conscious choice to expose my life and vulnerabilities to anyone and everyone who wanted to read my stories.
My father was not a big part of our life – matter of fact, it was a rather small presence. It was like a roller coaster of ins and outs. Like any child who has a negligent parent, I was always hopeful …