 Permission to Joyride From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Self-Care Isn't Selfish By Rebecca Radicchi Listen, are you breathing a little and calling it a life? ~Mary Oliver With my head against the glass of our fifth-story hospital window, my gaze lingered on the row of red rental bikes across the street at our Ronald McDonald House. Once again we were sequestered post-operatively with our daughter at a children's hospital a thousand miles from home. And by day eight of our stay, my bike-riding daydreams were quite vivid. As the parents of a child with complex medical needs, this life wasn't new to us. Our little patient had endured a complex, eight-hour, multi-surgeon operation. We'd been working through recovery with a pain pump, follow-up therapies, and an endless flow of medical professionals through our tiny fifth-floor room. The hardest challenge? She was under NPO (nil per os) orders: nothing by mouth — no food and no drinks. It had not been easy for her or me, her caretaker. (Keep reading) |
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