January 10, 2013. We were about three weeks into this hell of a life. Our zombie bodies going from here to there. Our mind not capable of anything but the automaticity of life. When the doctor did their rounds Dr. Steinberg would always say “Do you have any questions?” and all we could do was […]More
These are small stories within the bigger story of what happened to Lizzie.
December 26, 2012. It started as a normal day for us. Our schedule was packed as always and I was trying to squeeze in a walk with Viviane. Mind you I was still tired from hosting Christmas dinner but the dishes were all done so on to the next thing! On the schedule that day […]More
Around September of 2013 I wanted to make some sort of journal for Lizzie. I was hoping to encourage her with what she was accomplishing and help her memory. The first journals were rather reminiscent of the journal I’d do with my first graders, a bit crude. Hello I was on a leave of absence […]More
December 28, 2012, ~6AM. Dark in the room, surreal. Lizzie laying there white and pale laying still. Early in the morning. surreal. Bill and I were both there. The Chief Resident was doing early morning rounds, routine for him. I looked at him and asked what he thought. He looked at the monitors and all […]More
December 26, 2012 It was the day after Christmas and all through the house, all were sleeping quiet as mice. I dashed off for my mammogram of all things and afterwards was going to meet Lizzie and Bill for after Christmas shopping at the mall. Having finished quite early from the squashing of my breasts […]More