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One Month
One Month. Home for One Month after PHP. That’s the longest I could keep her going. Day by day the restricting increased and my world fell apart bit by bit. We went for a medical check on a Friday morning and by Friday afternoon we had been admitted into the hospital for 5 days. One…
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Three Pieces of Celery
Our last big blow up was over 3 pieces of celery. Three. Pieces. Of Celery. She hid them in her mouth and tried to walk away from the table. I stopped her. She spit them in the trash. She said they were bad. I said no big deal I will get you 3 pieces of…
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Hiding Food
We’ve been home from PHP for almost 2 weeks now. And I’ve found food in the trash, in the washing machine and in the front yard. That’s just where I’ve found it. Who knows where I haven’t found it. Who knows how much has been eaten by our dogs. The sad thing is I watch…
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In the Beginning
We’re going to go back, way back, back to when I found out I was pregnant with twins. I will never forget this day. I went to my ob apt, alone, and was getting an ultrasound to date the pregnancy. The ultrasound tech goes look, there are two. I looked at her I’m sure with…
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Today
Today I sit here and reflect. Today I want to help. Probably not today, but in the future. In the future I hope to help all the moms and dads, sisters and brothers, grandparents and relatives (you get the point) going through hell. Yes, hell. There is no other way to describe this journey. And…
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