There are days when the internet reminds me of a piece of mystery garbage, one that I can’t quite locate on my kitchen floor. The insidious smell is usually just the right amount of foul for me to establish that, yes it exists, and no, I won’t have the energy any time soon for a […]Read more "To the Mom in the Hospital Waiting Room, Part 2"
Dear Mom Waiting at the Orthopedics Clinic with her Kids, It was a hot day. And heat means it’s going to be a rough day for my son, Branko. Summertime breathing was a gruelling task due to all the fluid junk in his chest. I showed up in the waiting room, scanning the area for […]Read more "To the Mom in the Hospital Waiting Room"
Branko had his first surgery yesterday, or, as I’m sure all the more experienced Sick Kid-ders call it surg. It went off without a hitch. He is cranky, but at least he’s cranky + morphine. The irritating part was that the series of events leading up to this surgery never should have happened. I feel […]Read more "The First Surgery"