After my dad died last November, I made a deeper commitment to my own health. Watching him go in and out of hospitals treated by well-intentioned, yet overburdened caregivers, made me vow to do whatever I could to stay out of that system.
On Friday night, my husband Michael and I had dinner with two friends who are healthcare professionals in private practice. During the meal, I asked how their patients were doing given the stressful political climate.
Last year I joined a local Facebook group started by a woman who lives in our small town. Members of the group share local news, offer referrals for home repairs, help find lost pets, and make requests for support.
Grief is like a shadow you can’t shake. As I go about my daily routine, one minute I feel normal as I drop packages off at the post office or pick up food at the grocery store. The next, reality hits and I feel bowled over by a wave of sadness that rushes through me.