It is so difficult to not get angry. After the death of my son, I felt I could either get angry or learn to carry that grief with dignity. For me, I didn’t want to turn into a bitter, angry person and that can be a slippery slope. I rely on my husband a lot. He’s going through all the same things I am. I can let him know how I feel like I am a failure because it’s my body that is letting us down. And some days I have to go to a higher power and say that I think this is one of the times I need to be carried for a little bit. I tend to feel a bit lighter after.

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