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Belle, my nine-year-old daughter, snuggled against me in my bed, where I lay exhausted from chemotherapy. Her eyes…
I didn’t want to open my eyes that morning, let alone get out of bed. It wasn’t just…
I was just 10 when I lost my left leg to Ewing’s sarcoma, a rare form of bone…
I was up to my elbows in cake batter when I heard a sharp rapping at the front…
Dive a few feet underwater and you’re in another world. It’s quiet down there. You can hear yourself…
Sunday morning, two days after the shooting, two days that felt like two eternities, I sat with my…
The knot in my stomach grew tighter. I was dropping off my teenage daughter, Maggie, at her friend’s…
The heavy steel doors clanged shut behind me. In front of me were row upon row of cells…
My name is Deborah Beddoe, and my husband Dave and I have been married for 27 years. And…
Like Alzheimer’s disease itself, the caregiving needs of someone living with Alzheimer’s progress over time. The more that…
The snowy trail beneath my skis was stunning. An undulating, 20-kilometer course through the Swedish countryside–meadows, valleys and…
Saint Patrick’s Day had been my mother’s favorite holiday. It meant more than parades and parties; it was…