A Christmas Gift Disparity Sparked An Unexpected Morning Reckoning – The Archivist

everything else. I’d spent those months in hospitals and specialists’ offices, in rental apartments near treatment centers, in waiting rooms that all smelled the same regardless of which state they were in.

Our children had visited. Once. Early on, when the diagnosis was new and the prognosis still had qualifiers like “if” and “possibly.” They’d stayed continue reading …