surviving the holidays

Ripped Apart

Ripped Apart

It’s been a year since my life changed. Since my worst nightmare came true. A year since I lost my husband.

I was blindsided when he said he wanted a divorce. When I woke up that morning, I didn’t know that was the last day. That he had been that unhappy. That the life I thought we had was a different story from the one he thought we had.

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.