It Breaks My Heart

It Breaks My Heart

I sat facing her: her arms crossed, head down. When I asked her a question, her head raised almost imperceptibly, and she looked through her long dark hair covering her eyes. Unsure what she had to live for or who would miss her if she was gone, as depression had stolen all rational perspective. [more]

The Real Enemy

The Real Enemy

A migraine headache had done me in the night before. I hadn’t crossed everything off my list that needed to get done, and I just couldn’t. Company was coming to help us get through the first round of chemo and I wanted to be prepared…and yet I wasn’t. [more]

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