Three years later, it’s easy to gloss over the excruciating unknowns that were my life for a number of weeks. In fact, I hardly ever think of the weeks that went by in the hospital and rehab because the outcome has been so incredible. But it’s important for people who only see the trips to Europe and the romantic, playful posts Dr Marry and I share back and forth on Facebook to understand the true gravity of what we went through to get to where we are today. The storm before the calm I won’t go into all of the gory details of Dr Marry’s fall into delirium tremors because…
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Two Voices of Hope: Our Beginning, From My Side (2c podcast)
This is a kind of funny podcast from Bath, England. We’re here to go to Midge Ure’s concert on Saturday to celebrate Dr Marry’s final night of his 49th year. It was his birthday present last year, so we’ve been looking forward to this for almost a full year. “Who’s Midge Ure,” you ask? Only the lead singer of Ultravox! “Who’s Ultravox,” you ask? Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Exhibit A: Also, Dr Marry ate haggis tonight, so he’s in 7th heaven. And I hoped I didn’t accidentally scoop from the wrong dish, as it absolutely looked just like my quinoa salad from my beloved Marks & Spencer’s. Thank…
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Two Voices of Hope: Our Beginning, From My Side (2b video)
Dr Marry (reluctantly) read his first blog post. Side note: Dr Marry was a more enthusiastic outloud reader until sometime in the winter of 2002 or 2003, he was tasked with reading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets to Quinn and me. It was a Quidditch match chapter, and I asked him if he didn’t think he could put a little more enthusiasm into the reading–it was a SUPER exciting game, after all. That ended his exploits as a reader. I have since apologized (many times), but it hasn’t made one jot of difference, so I really appreciate that Patrick Kirby and I got him to do these posts…
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Two Voices of Hope: Our Beginning, From My Side (2a)
So, late January, 2017 I slipped on the ice in the loading bay at work. Banged up my head (ten stitches) and my hand (swelled up like a melon – which probably protected the rest of my face and my teeth). I was taken to the ER by a work colleague and Dayna came to meet me. That explains the picture in Dayna’s first blog post. A couple of days later, January 31, I got a nose bleed at work – which didn’t stop. I had to cancel my night class and come home. I bled through dinner, after dinner when DD went to bed, and bled some more. And…
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Two Voices of Hope: The Beginning of Now (1c podcast)
Dr Marry and I have been so overwhelmed by all the comments we have received this week—thank you for taking the time to not only read and watch but to write and lift us up or tell us a personal connection you have to this disease. We have felt your support, and we are both so grateful. In this podcast, we talk about some points that were raised from some of you, and we attempt to try to dig a little deeper into what our reaction to something like this would have been when we were in the thick of it. Hope you’ll tune in, and, again, thanks for taking…
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Two Voices of Hope: The Beginning of Now (1b video)
This first post, the breakdown that started the whole path into our metaphorical Phoenix rising from the ashes, launches the journey from dark to light. But at the end of this post, we are still very much in the dark. The vulnerability of recording this caught me by surprise. It doesn’t really matter that this was three years ago and that we are today, in so many ways, entirely past the trauma and uncertainty of then. To say these words out loud was to give them a very different place of prominence in my life, and I was taken aback by how very present they made our past feel. Dr…
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Two Voices of Hope: Hearing From Us Both a Prologue (video)
Yesterday, we launched the first post in our nine-part series on Dr Marry’s progression into alcoholism and our journey back to sobriety together. To say that we are overwhelmed with the responses would be a gross understatement. We are truly humbled by the outpouring of support. We wanted to give you a heads up of what is coming so you have some sense of how this is going to play out. Every Saturday, from February 1 to March 28th, a blog post will come out, one from me, one from Dr Marry and back and forth. Every Tuesday, starting Feb 4, an accompanying video of the blog post will arrive.…
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Two Voices of Hope: The Beginning of Now (1a)
Dr Marry and I have made a decision together to share the most personal part of our nearly 20-year relationship in the hopes that it might offer assistance to others who have struggled or are currently struggling with this issue. We share this knowing that we are putting ourselves out there (particularly Dr Marry) for criticism, but we feel that the benefits it might bring to someone else far outweigh whatever judgement could be lobbied at us. To the few of you who have known of this, thank you for your incredible friendship and support. To those who haven’t but who have wondered how I seemed to hit the absolute…
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I started a podcast!
I have always wanted to have a podcast, so today I started one. The details are in the conversation, so I hope you’ll take a listen and let me know what you think. I’m sure partial to my first guest. Also, how fabulous do my fingernails look????? Thank you, Chelsa Alene Salon.
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A day of loss, LEGO and (the start of) love
Tuesday, September 11, 2001, was one of those late summer days that help you endure the brutal, long winters we have in North Dakota. The sky was Robin’s egg blue, the glorious clouds were like cotton balls glued on to construction paper and the sun was shining, reaching every nook and cranny of our apartment. I had survived taking my son to his first day of Kindergarten. And now we were three or so weeks into the ritual of school mornings. Eighteen years ago, Quinn and I were getting ready to walk to school. We were switching back and forth between Dragon Tails and Good Morning America. I had it on GMA…