Allowing Hope Into Tough Days
Last week, my column was about something that has kept my mom and I connected and hopeful throughout our roughest patches. The idea of wedding dress shopping together was common ground for us when I was an angsty teenager, and it was one of the scarce few morsels of hope for the future that we allowed into the ICU. When my mom was fighting for every breath on a ventilator for three months, fantasizing about the future seemed unwise. Yet, we allowed ourselves to indulge in talk about “the dress”.
How has hope played a role in your journey with PF? Have you allowed yourself to dream of the future without limits? Or have you given yourself some boundaries when it comes to hopes and dreams? Have you created a whole new set of hopes and dreams that you are working to achieve with PF? Let us know in the comments how you and your family have moved through your tough moments.
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