I’m writing to you from an amazing place called “the sleep room”. It is a small, windowless room in Chloe’s hospital wing with a firm double bed, where a parent (or two) can get a restful night’s sleep.
Spring is here; flowers blooming on the hospital grounds go a long way towards lifting my mindset.
Last Tuesday morning I sat in the hospital lobby, happily sipping my coffee and people watching to my heart’s content.
Video chatting with BFF Orea
Our minds and hearts are uploading not only the reality of Chloe’s diagnosis, but also we are having to learn and integrate a mountain of detailed information about her care.