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Reaching Suicidal Kids with Chronic Disease

I spent the night sleeping on the floor of my twelve-year-old son's bedroom last night. I was on  "suicide watch". a few days ago Right before bedtime, he called me back into his room. He was angry and upset at the same time. He was gathering information. "Is there an easier way? " he asked. "Before I pull this thing out, is there a way they would listen to me and have a surgery to take it out?" He was talking about the PD Catheter (Peritoneal Dialysis) that has been surgically in place for over 900 days now. It's been too long. It was a long journey even before that was put in to give him the "freedom" to be home for dialysis, and the freedom to have a better "quality" of life. I had just left his room frustrated myself. I did not want to be around him any longer, and I was looking forward to selfishly escaping to my own room to look at the news, or social media, and catch up with what is happening in everyone els
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The 1 thing that has NOT changed in 10 years since the Accident

It is 7:00 PM. This is about the exact time I was coming to the scene of the accident and my husband was saying, "I love you. Don't ever question it." Today it has been ten years exactly since that day that changed everything for us in a moment.  This date and event holds more power in my mind than any other I recall as it seems to be the biggest, most significant, life-quake I have ever experienced. It changed everything. Everything. It changed our physical surroundings as we had to move out of our home, out of our town, out of our church, our local park, library, and my gym membership. It changed our routines. The habits we had built of grocery rounds, taking the kids to get pictures made on certain occasions, weekly friend and church gatherings that were staples in our schedule, which one of us worked while the other one watched the kids, and the division of labor around the house to keep things moving and functional in our daily live

Why I Stopped Celebrating Christmas Part 4

This morning, as I write this, people all over the world are celebrating Christmas. Homes are filled with peace like no other time in the year. The poor are getting extra meals and gifts they normally would not have. Beautiful displays of lights and decorations fill the soul with a romantic sense of the season and transport hearts to places they haven't been in years. Stores and restaurants finally prioritize spending time with family and close down, even if for just a few hours.  Fun, warm, special, and treasured memories abound for many during this annual celebration. At the same time, there are many who have walked through this season with great pain and sorrow. They are experiencing the real contrast of the season because they personally have felt abandoned, experienced deep grief, or deal with psychological issues and memories that make the Christmas Holiday Season a difficult one for them.   Both Christians and non-Christians are included in the categories described

Why I Stopped Celebrating Christmas Part 3

I was driving home after an exhausting day of errands. It was dark, but it was still early in the night. My cell phone rang, and it was a woman who I had started to have deeper conversations with. Making friends was very difficult during this time, because our family was under so much stress constantly and I was trying to balance all of our needs; including my need to reach out and not stay isolated.   "Rachelle, I am headed to your house to drop off some Target Gift Cards we got your family for Christmas. Are you home?" she asked. "No, but Scott is and I am only five minutes away. I am heading there right now."  I was so excited to be there to receive her gift. It was so thoughtful. "OK. I cannot stay, but I will at least drop them off." I restated that I was literally around the corner, and that I would be there in just a few minutes. I practically begged her to wait for me, so I could at least say hello and thank her face to face. I

Why I Stopped Celebrating Christmas Part 2

Before I explain the Spiritual catalyst that finally prompted us to completely stop celebrating Christmas, I want to tell a few more bittersweet examples of how my Christmas experiences, after my husband's accident, were changing my mindset about the entire holiday. [ If you have not already, Read Part 1 of this post Here ] Shortly after he was discharged from his two-month stay in the hospital, I received three calls from representatives who informed me that our family had been "chosen" to be the recipients (AKA "the project family") of Christmas gifts and donations from a local organization that helps keep teens off drugs, a group of kind teachers from the new school our second grader had started attending, and there was a group of attorneys. On one hand, this sounds amazing!  He we were completely displaced from our home, in a completely new city, had no income source at all other than our dependence on donations that were fortunately coming in, and we

Why I Stopped Celebrating Christmas Part 1

Christmas is five days away, and I don't have any presents bought for our kids, we don't have a Christmas Tree up, and there is no big family Christmas get together to look forward to. I did at least buy a Winter Wreath (Semi-Christmas Holiday looking) for our front door and decorated our living space with a red tablecloth and red throw blanket. Photo Courtesy of My Daughter, KaraJR The kids did get to attend all their group Christmas parties (I am trying to build community and meaningful relationships around them and these are all put on by their school or groups they are involved with, so we walked through the motions of these events for the relationship benefits.): Elementary Music Performance High School Christmas Concert Fifth Grade Class Party 4 H Christmas Party PLA Christmas Party (4H Leadership) Junior Church Group Christmas Party Ninth Church Group Christmas Party Junior Class Christmas Party So, why am I the seemingly modern "Bah Humbu

Staying In a Bad Marriage May Be Worse Than Separating

I did not stay in the toxic relationship because I needed it, as in a codependent way, but because I wanted it to work.  I wanted to be needed and appreciated most definitely.   I wanted to finish what I had started, believing it would reflect bad character if I didn’t do so.   I wanted the picture of what I believed a successful family looked like. I wanted what I believe God’s call for families is – to remain together, loyal, unconditional love, forgiving – and I most certainly did not want the blame for messing it all up. But, I now realize, looking back, by my leaving I do not get 100% of the blame for “messing it all up”.  In my staying, I messed it up too.   The sin that was accepted, tolerated, and promoted is what destroyed our family. And, I should have broken our family a long time ago so that we would have had a chance to become whole again – if that is what it would have taken for those sins to stop. Domestic violence and abuse can be so subtle, so tricky. I