THE PENNY PUB
Finding the Silver Lining to Every Dark Cloud
Even though it can be hard at times
My daughter spent the better part of the last three years in and out of hospitals enduring countless rounds of poking, prodding, scans, and repetitive testing.
I lost track after seeing half a dozen specialists because the experience was quickly becoming a blur of overwhelming emotions and endless appointments.
After a while, I found myself growing increasingly numb and distant from what was happening. In hindsight, it was me internalizing all the pain, frustration, and helplessness of being in a situation where we were entirely dependent on medical professionals who appeared all too willing to shuffle us from one doctor to the next.
Then came the mood swings. She took out her fear and pain on the one closest to her.
It was not just watching my child suffer, but the isolation due to COVID made me want to reach for a drink more times than not. However, that would not have helped matters. As a primary parent, the need to be strong and present for her was good enough motivation for me to channel my worries elsewhere.
I have heard that sometimes people start writing to make sense of things when their world is falling apart. To understand…
