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Goodbye, Baby.

It’s 4 a.m. I had to write this now.

The absolute worst has happened. I knew it would eventually. Why wasn’t I ready?

After rescuing my Girl from the hospital, I took her  to the hospice. 1,154 more words

The Joy Of Living With A Disabled Child


The kids are peeling. Yes, peeling. Do you remember that feeling and look, from our pre-skin cancer awareness days? All that effort, putting up with the discomfort of overheating and sunburn, in order to obtain a glorious copper tan, and then, suddenly, it all starts to peel away, leaving unattractive white flakes and shiny pink skin. 400 more words