When people hear my story, they often focus on the hospice part — the swelling, the breathlessness, the fear of not waking up the next morning. But there’s a side of that season that doesn’t get talked about enough: The people who kept me here. Because I wasn’t the only one fighting for my life. As my heart was failing and the symptoms were spiraling, Louis was going through chemotherapy. Two sick people in the same home. Two battles happening at once. Survival didn’t feel li
I thought I was ready. After weeks of battling a lung infection, the flu, and a rough patch of AFib (atrial fibrillation), I had my mind...
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"If no one else was telling their story, then maybe I needed to tell mine. And maybe, just maybe, that would give others permission to share theirs too."
