More than a quarter century ago, I crashed into the wall of reality as I sat on the floor outside Gracie's hospital room at 3 AM ...following three sleepless nights after her 25th operation. That night, I witnessed her experience a
gran mal seizure and was stunned ...and covered with her vomit. Grabbing her chart from the nurses station, I started reading about what had really happened to my wife in that car wreck a few years earlier.
That young man is who I wrote this book to ...and all the others like him who care for someone who is chronically ill/disabled; someone struggling to make sense out of craziness, and feels like they are drowning while trying to help someone else stay afloat.