I met Abby a few years ago at a writing conference. Her sister and my husband worked together, found out we were going to the same conference, and arranged for us to meet. I didn’t know much of Abby’s story, but when we met, was so intrigued by her strength. After hearing her story, I knew it had be told one day. I left the conference so happy to have made a new friend.
Last year this time, I frantically messaged Abby while I was sitting in Micah’s hospital room. I remember hearing the beeping of Micah’s feeding pump as I was typing, and the exhaustion of my body, but mostly the weariness of my heart. I was asking her if she knew about any financial assistance for families of children with special needs. With our third stay in the hospital that month, I knew I was going to have to quit my job to stay at home with Micah. Although I was asking her for resources, she saw past my questions to my desperation.