As we arrived back home from spending 5 ½ months in the South, our family was struck with a tragedy. We hit the ground running. I am spiritually, mentally and physically running through the storm and my emotions are screaming for me to run away.
As I look up, there are cracks in the sky. When I look around me, the world as I knew it is shattered. Strange thoughts are rolling along, clickity-clack, clickity-clack. Time stands still as I sit through the hours by her hospital bedside. We are lost somewhere in time. Then, spinning like a top I drop my head on my pillow to capture a few hours of sleep.
Everyone we meet has a story to tell, and with blurry eyes born of our tears, we now add another chapter to our family’s book of life.
Today I have managed to steal a few moments from the precious and agonizing hours of the past month to write this blog. From my vantage point it looks as though we are in for the long haul. Potential recovery will not turn on a dime.
My regrets to you dear readers for the delayed blog entries of now and possibly to come in the next while. Thank you for your patience, understanding and your continued THE OSTOMY FACTOR blog support.
Jo-Ann L. Tremblay
“Everyone you meet has a story to tell.”