I can't go wrong. There's too much going right.
I have recovered sufficiently since coming home from Amsterdam in August to have reconnected with many people and places in my community. In fact, I've never better understood the dearness this place holds for me. Of course, I'd never lost the connection with our dear daughter: Victoria was bedside with me in the ICU and…
Six months out from my May 5 burst arterial aneurysm, I recently headed up to Shands Hospital in Gainesville for a check-up. After all, my Amsterdam doctors had attributed the near-fatal bleed to Segmental Arterial Mediolysis (SAM), a disease so rare that no one can yet say how it all turns out. I might have…
Physical independence has expanded my world: from a single bed, to a hospital hallway, to Oosterpark, to Florida my home and neighborhood. Yesterday, my husband and I ventured further than we've been since our return, and, as always, we are the better for this little taste of travel.
The first hurricane to threaten Florida this year, Hurricane Dorian, is headed our way.
On August 8, after being a hospital patient for 100 days, I was released back into the free world. No more 5:30 AM visits from the blood lab techs. No more blood pressure/temperature/O2 measuring every four hours. No more being restricted to my chair or to my bed for fear of falling. Also, no more…
After the easy intimacy I had developed with my caregivers in Amsterdam, the brisk efficiency of the highly organized unit at Shands was both welcome and offputting.
On July 29, I walked out of Amsterdam ‘s OLVG hospital, my home of twelve weeks, and into Florida’s Shands Hospital. It was almost as easy as it sounds.
If you're going to break The Christmas Rules, don't settle for a misdemeanor: go for a full-out felony.
As the leaves change to red, burnished yellow and blazing orange against the clear blue skies of fall in northern climes, South Florida continues to deliver pink, purple, white and lavender against a backdrop of green.