• 4C — Where Care Came from Everywhere

    4C — Where Care Came from Everywhere Let me begin with a fair warning: this is a longer chapter than usual,  but only because some parts of a journey can’t be told in fragments.  In the last chapter we saw how my children taught me how to stay present. What was parallelly happening outside home

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  • Part 4B – Finding My Way Back to Life – with little hands and little paws to guide me

    Part 4B – Finding My Way Back to Life – with little hands and little paws to guide me Children don’t ask what’s broken before they invite you to play. While I was relearning how to move through the world, my children—one human, one four-legged—moved through it unchanged. I often wondered how a nine-year-old girl

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  • Part 4A – It Takes A Village…

    Part 4 – It Takes A Village… This chapter unfolds over several parts. It begins with the person who stood closest to me, at the center of my village, where learning to receive help became unavoidable and the work it took for me to let him. 4A – Allowing Myself to Be Held I used

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  • Part 3 – Identity Lost, Identity Rebuilt

    Part 3 – Identity Lost, Identity Rebuilt Survival has a strange aftermath. Once the monitors quiet down and the emergencies pass, you’re left alone with yourself. And it was in that scarier, quieter space – after the doctors, the therapists, the routines – that I realized I wasn’t just recovering from a stroke. I was

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  • Part 2 – The Aftermath

    The Aftermath The diagnosis didn’t arrive with clarity. It arrived with waiting. Hospital corridors. Monitors. Forms. Tests. Conversations that felt both urgent and strangely distant. Time stopped behaving normally. Hours blurred. Days stretched. And somewhere between the scans, the consultations, and the hushed voices, the reality began to settle in: this wasn’t a moment I

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  • Part 1 – The Day My Life Tilted

    The Day My Life Tilted December 22, 2015.The day my world tilted.The day my life quietly split into before and after. I was 35. Happily Married. A mother to two — my daughter and my four-legged son. I was in the middle of what felt like a well-earned pause: a short career break after ten

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