Living with chronic pain is hard. But it’s not impossible. Read more in these posts written by Heather Hart.
“If you get home and I’m not there, your work shirt is in the dryer and I am at the hospital.”
Life isn’t fair. That’s the thought that crossed my mind as soon as I sent that text to my son yesterday. It was as if a wave of grief washed over me.
Grief that this was our normal. That they were so used to me being at the hospital they wouldn’t be concerned.
Grief that I wasn’t there for my kids. That I wouldn’t be there to hug them and ask them about their day.
Grief for all that my migraines had stolen from our family. This wasn’t fair to them. But then again, everyone knows life isn’t fair.