I was overwhelmed, under prepared, in need of a break, and
about to lose a battle that I didn’t even know I was fighting. I had come to
the point where the components of my life that I once enjoyed were at war with
one another making me mentally and physically ill—top that off with my
daughter’s September 11th diagnoses of a brain tumor—and it was no
wonder my survival mode was shutting down.
Fifteen days after the successful removal of the mass, we
were home and back to normal . . . no kidding! Except for what we like to call
her unfortunate haircut, it was as if nothing had happened. I homeschooled, I
wrote, I cleaned, and I cooked, but I couldn’t focus. My body felt like