Rethinking My Broken Relationship with My Troubled Dad Now That He’s Dead

Rethinking My Broken Relationship with My Troubled Dad Now That He’s Dead

I knew my father abused drugs. I watched that man abuse drugs since I was five. I had memorized the shape and texture of the turquoise tiles of our old bathroom floor. I picked my unconscious father off of that tiled floor more than once. The weirdest part of his...
Our Sacred Little World of Dying

Down The Rabbit Hole Into Caregiverland

It’s a complete 180 learning curve going from journalist / author / daughter to caregiver / nurse / nursing aide / doctor / mother. And what a challenge it can be. Every morning, we have an aide who manages Mom’s hygiene, bathing her and washes her hair when she wants...
Our Sacred Little World of Dying

Four Months, One Yellow Form, and the Endless High Waves of Caregiving

Every time I am outwardly sarcastic, impatient, and/or frustrated with him, I think to myself “you are probably going to write a blog post after all of this is done reflecting on how you could have been less sarcastic, more patient, and less triggered by frustration...
Life with Li–Fraumeni syndrome

Life with Li–Fraumeni syndrome

Sue Armstrong meets Pan Pantziarka, whose son George had Li–Fraumeni syndrome and lived with cancer from early childhood. One of the bleakest moments in Pan Pantziarka’s long struggle with Li–Fraumeni syndrome was when doctors at Great Ormond Street Hospital in London...
I was my husband’s caregiver as he was dying of cancer. It was the best seven months of my life.

I was my husband’s caregiver as he was dying of cancer. It was the best seven months of my life.

Ten years ago this month, my world as I knew it ended. My husband of 19 years, the father of my two sons, was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Over the course of seven months, Bill went from beating me silly on the tennis court to needing my help to go to the bathroom...
Why Chemo Sucks So Bad

Why Chemo Sucks So Bad

“How is Trent doing with this round of chemo?” This is undoubtedly the question I answer most these days. I don’t have a problem with anyone asking me this question at all. It’s actually just the opposite. I really appreciate being asked and...