One Year In

So this is a month-and-a-half late (hi, my name is Andi, and my sh*t is decidedly NOT together), mostly because I’ve spent the past THREE months trying – and failing spectacularly – to authentically articulate my thoughts and emotions. I can’t call August 21, 2017 the first “anniversary” of anything. Nor can I call it…

The Daily Minutiae: Medical Assistance Denial

Earlier this week, we received a letter of denial for medical assistance. We hit our primary insurance out of pocket maximum at the end of March. In that regard, we’re pretty lucky to have the insurance we have. However, our insurance will only cover 30 sessions of occupational therapy, which Love Bug attends once a…

The Line of Demarcation and the Emergency Room

It’s funny how such a tiny, insignificant, dozen-times-a-day action can become a line of demarcation. The picking up of a phone. The pressing of an on button. Before I pressed it—as far as I knew—my sister Alina was alive. At the moment of pressing, my life split into two distinct epochs: Before the call and…