I hate this. Despite all the triumphs in medical advancement, here we are. An oxygen concentrator hums with white noise as hymns play in the background, all I can do is watch. It’s out of my hands. I really really hate this – watching the…
Driving through the Flint Hills yesterday, I noticed a soaring bird floating over the top of us. Curious, “Is that an eagle? Humm, no white head, probably not,” I commented to my husband. Interesting timing provided the reason for the route through the breath-taking cattle-strewn…
The words meant well. The terms “strong” and the phrase “things would be okay” came from a heart that wanted to help. My head might have nodded, and my mouth might have attempted a polite smile, but inside, I knew it wasn’t true. That was…
