It's the middle of night. My odd sleeping habits have me awake. I'm on the couch with Gracie next to me. Gracie has been my pup for about 6 years now. I got her from a rescue group, who took her out of a kill shelter on her last day. The shelter found her wandering the streets of a dusty and hot inland Southern California city. During my stays in the hospital she is absolutely what I missed the most. I really don't think of her as a dog. I swear she thinks and processes things as a human would. When I was really sick, I'd try to get short walks in with her. She knew I was struggling. She was always calm, patient and understanding.
While awake tonight I came across this beautiful piece, a eulogy of sorts to the author's rescue dog Hunter. I had to share. It will make you smile and it will make you tear up.
Gary Peterson is a fellow myleoma patient. He has a website that discusses myeloma survival rates; comparing doctors, hospitals, etc. It...
I no longer work, but I did work for over 6 years while managing my disease. For a while, I had some real challenges with human resources. I...