The day was wide open before me. I had a long list of things I hoped to accomplish on my one day off that didn’t include a doctor’s appointment, chemotherapy infusion, patients to see in my office, track practice or meet, church committee meeting, or meet up with one of the women I mentor. I was excited with anticipation of all I could get done. [more]
In the dark of night, security called to warn that an intruder had entered our premises. I remained calm and fully expecting to hear it was a false alarm. When the phone rang a second time to alert me that police were on their way, the potential for harm and for loss became very real. [more]
My husband’s frustration was palpable. He paced around the office, muttering under his breath to no one in particular. “I don’t get it. It makes no sense,” he spewed as he walked past me. Honestly, I couldn’t have agreed with him more. [more]
“I hate to tell you this, but you need to go home and get your affairs in order.” How could that be? We were young, and still considered ourselves newlyweds despite having been married 14 years. We had waited 12 years to have children, until after I had finished all my years of schooling to become a doctor, and then the requisite years of internship and post-doctoral training. Now with a toddler in tow, the oncologist was telling us that cancer was going to rob our son of his father. [read more] This Tuesday, the TV Interview with Sheila Walsh and Randy Robison of Life Today airs. [read more for details]
The early morning temperatures were frigid, enough to make me want to stay in bed. Yet I knew if there was anywhere I might sense His presence, where He might see me, it would be in His house.
I half-wondered if the tears would freeze on my cheeks as I drove the deserted roads alone that morning. Pulling my cape around my head and neck to block the wind, I hoped it might shield any onlookers from noticing my blotchy eyes and puffy cheeks as I skirted from the parking lot into the building.
I spotted her as I entered the sanctuary, but diverted my gaze. [more]
In today’s Ask Dr. B. column, a concerned reader seeks help on how to help a suicidal friend. Dr. B offers her professional suggestions.
