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About One Step at a Time About One Step at a TimeIs there a child in your life who's been severely injured or is facing a serious illness? After years of working with children, the authors realized that parents need more information and support to handle their child's hospitalization. The result - this inspirational and informative book. One Step at a Time includes: Messages and helpful hints from parents who have been through similar experiences
Sample Pages:CoverTable of Contents Daily entry page Exploration page: The Unsent Letter Exploration page: How am I helping my spouse through this experience? A sample poem from One Step at a Time:Starting the Race That ache had been there all day again. My chest felt like it could explode. I could feel the weight pressing down on me and it seemed my body would give away. I felt that I needed to know exactly what to expect for my daughters treatment. I needed to see the whole picture. My husband felt that it would be too much to bear all at one time. I could only think of one way to explain: I felt as if I was a runner. At the beginning of my race, I was told that I had five miles to run. But then I had a blindfold tied around my head. I was not told what to expect as I started out, except that the beginning would be a steep climb up. Now as my chest ached to the verge of bursting I needed to know. Did I have the whole five miles uphill? Would it level out soon? Were there rocks in the path? Would I run downhill? I needed to know so that I could pace myself and not collapse from sheer exhaustion before the course was completed. When I did receive her treatment plan it was frightening, complex and painful to anticipate but now I knew. Now I could have a map to plan my course. I knew there were possible detours or delays along the way, but that there were definite uphills, plateaus, and times of coasting downhill. And finally I found my chest didnt always ache with the exhaustion of apprehension. I could run this race. - Kristina Bashor Kristina Bashor is the mother of Holly, a child who was hospitalized with cancer and spent months in the intensive care unit. Holly was in remission after her initial round of chemotherapy and then her cancer resurfaced. The family summoned their strength and inner resources a second time. Holly pulled through yet again. Kristina's poems were written during Holly's hospitalizations and at the time, didn't have a purpose. But now, Kristina's poems serve to reach out to you to tell you that another parent has suffered, another parent has come through the experiences, and another parent can offer her experiences to help others. Top of Page |
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