I have been primarily writing of what this disease has done to my life. This is partially because I truly only know my perspective, but also because I’m nervous to share Liam’s words. He is his own person and I don’t want to over expose his personal experiences. This need to protect his privacy must
Mark and I were married on May, 19th, 2007. I made a commitment to him, and him to me. Our commitment was to cherish, love and support each other through bad times and good. We meant it. I genuinely feel that Mark and I made a deeper, far more important commitment to each other and
Mothering a child introduces a unique kind of love. The kind of love that rocks you to your core. It’s true. We meet this wrinkly, squishy stranger and we know things are different now. ‘Mother’ is a special title. We know when our babies breathe just the slightest bit differently, even from four rooms away. I realized I
My sweet girlfriends have saved me, time and time again. This blog entry could easily be a novel, but there are a few times that I must share. A group of mothers can be a pretty mighty force. First of all, we are women (which makes us pretty awe inspiring). It is remarkable that the minute
“Start a blog!” they say. The voices of my most trusted friends keep echoing in my mind. “Tell your story, Betsy” they repeated. Here I am, with our story. My words, my thoughts, but our story. I am taking a real risk by putting it all out there. The risk of showing my soft underbelly.