The Heartache of Miscarriage

The Heartache of Miscarriage

Today's story is an interview conducted by Jen G., founder of Stories from the Trenches, with Jori, her childhood friend. Jori is a married, suburban, stay-at-home mom to four beautiful children. In her spare time, she enjoys knitting, baking, cooking, and reading.

Looking at her family, you would never know there is a child missing.

Before and After

Before and After

There is something special about telling your story, whether that is telling someone face-to-face or writing it out. There is something therapeutic about physically looking at the words that make up the events of your life that have caused you so much sorrow. I believe that this, in itself, brings healing. I believe that the longer and more you tell your story, the more appreciation you develop for it. My story has shaped who I am and has caused me to see my life as split in two: before it happened and after it happened.

Home for a Holiday

Home for a Holiday

The pancreas—it doesn’t get all the attention like the heart, liver, or lungs. I didn’t even know I had a pancreas until I was fifteen years old. My entire life as I knew it changed that year; I went from being a perfectly healthy, normally obnoxious teenager—wearing rolled jeans and scüncis—to suddenly being very sick, in unimaginable amounts of abdominal and lower back pain, being thrown into a world filled with doctors, hospitals, big fancy medical terms, and ugly hospital gowns.

 THE MAN WHO WOULD NOT DIE ON CHRISTMAS

 THE MAN WHO WOULD NOT DIE ON CHRISTMAS

I have worked as a hospice nurse for about ten years now. I have seen a lot of death in that time, including during the holidays. I have worked with many patients and families, but there are a few that stand out. I would like to share my story of one of those who stood out, and deserved my utmost admiration.