by Callie | Nov 9, 2017 | chronic disease, chronic illness, diagnosis, discouragement, encouragement, Grief, hope
This is part two of my series on grief as it exists within chronic disease. If you missed Part 1, please click here. All caught up? Great! Let’s move on. 3. Bargaining (1 and 2 in Part 1 – see above) Let’s Make a Deal The next stage in grief, according...
by Callie | Nov 2, 2017 | chronic disease, chronic illness, diagnosis, discouragement, encouragement, Grief, hope
Grief is a passenger. This is weird because all of a sudden you have this stranger sitting next to you. You have no idea who you just picked up. It could be this sweatheart of a guy who is going to help you recover from this ordeal in the easiest and smoothest of...
by Callie | Oct 24, 2017 | beautiful, chronic disease, chronic illness, creative, creativity, discouragement, encouragement, Grief, hope, writing
(Warning: Game of Thrones Spoiler! Because I’m a dork. Also, because I care.) I used to feel the seasons more. I plucked this line into my phone last weekend as I watched my kids pop their heads in and out of the pumpkin display at the apple orchard we...
by Callie | Oct 16, 2017 | beautiful, chronic disease, chronic illness, creative, creativity, discouragement, encouragement, Grief, hope
I am currently enrolled in a course that is designed to help us ole bloggers improve our content and become more intentional writers, and in so doing, grow our following. My assignment today was to write a blog post about the core of what River and Quill is about. I...
by Callie | Oct 5, 2017 | chronic disease, chronic illness, discouragement, encouragement, Grief, hope
I ran into someone this week who asked me, “Are you sick?” I explained to her what was going on with my health, and I honestly didn’t mind talking about it. However, as I walked away from our conversation, I found myself with an unwelcomed feeling. I was unsettled,...
by Callie | Sep 14, 2017 | chronic disease, chronic illness, creative, creativity, diagnosis, discouragement, encouragement, Grief, hope
After I came home from the “death session” (the cystoscopy which diagnosed Interstitial Cystitis), I found myself in a new predicament: I felt foreign; like an alien in my own skin. My thoughts were broadcasting in German, or Russian, or some sort of combination of...
