Change a Word, Change a Thought

I had to think about “every little word” and its meaning in the first years after my electrocution. Because my heart was not functioning for a span of time, it wasn’t sending oxygen to my brain. The result for me was a situation called Visual Agnosia; which basically...

Why Our Hearts Need Other Hearts

We are naturally social creatures. We come into the world by way of a social system; a family. From that day forward we experience all kinds of social relationships, in our neighborhoods schools, jobs, churches, and in our daily communications. So when we read that...

Seems Like No One Cares Anymore

She said…“it feels like no one cares that I’m going through this anymore.” Shelia’s words remind me of how lonely a period of illness and healing can be. A long illness can bring up unexpected and complicated emotions in the people around you. Usually, neither patient...

What Are You Worth To Yourself?

We usually don’t care for anything unless we see its worth to us. Think about the basics of worth; what’s a car worth if we can’t drive it? Nothing…so we change the oil and make sure it has gas. Then it brings us value. But what about our worth to...

Disease, Love or Empathy?

I was eight years old when I was electrocuted. And, like most children who develop empathy for teddy bears and imaginary friends, I developed tremendous empathy for my heart. I felt sorry for my heart. I believed that my poor little heart must have felt all the pain...