Settling in

“Did we win hell’s lottery?” Hospital life is like a surreal vacation gifted to us by fate. We have all the time in the world to enjoy an uncomfortable bed, mediocre food, bad TV, strolls through medical departments, and a view of the cemetery.

“Late at night, I’d write my entries in the CaringBridge journal like it was my diary. The dimmed hospital lights and low hum of machines lulled my excited mind into a temporary peace where I could sort through the day’s events. Conveying our story in this format helped me unwind what was happening so I could plan for the next day. The responses to my posts were deeply moving. It felt like I was having a private conversation with each person. Through CaringBridge, loved ones from far and wide kept me company and gave me strength to keep fighting the fight.”