We have begun to play the revolving door with the hospital. Mark rose from his chair this morning (Sunday) and I noticed blood had soaked through two shirts leaving a red spot the size of my hand….
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Read MoreSleeps eludes me tonight but then sleep eludes me most nights. Today has been a long day filled with much sacrifice for both Mark and me. I traveled to Georgetown College today for the last time…
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Read MoreMaybe this is not a good hour to write to you. But, if you only heard from me during the good times you may think all my days are sunny. We arrived home from the hospital this evening. The home…
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Read MoreThis afternoon I sit quietly next to Mark’s hosptial bed while he sleeps. His mouth hangs open, yet he still wears his glasses. The muted television splashes color around the darkened room. A moan…
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Read MoreFrom the cadillac of all pumps hangs three containers of fluids, saline, lipids and an amino acid mixture full of wonderful nutrients. Like an umbilical cord supplying life the fluid drips steadily…
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