No p in my tsd

There’s no P in my TSD June 29, 2016

“Mommy, are you okay?” an unfamiliar woman’s voice called through the hospital room’s bathroom door. It was 6 a.m. and she heard me retching, again. I hated that the hospital staff called me Mommy when the only one entitled to do so had lost his ability to speak. After six weeks in the neurology unit, […]