Credit Amy McHugh The author and her daughter Emily during a stem cell transplant at Boston Children's Hospital in 2009. When Emily, my 4-year-old, was diagnosed with stage IV high-risk cancer, I kept two water bottles filled with vodka in my hospital suitcase. For most minutes of the day, I beat myself up for not realising Emily had cancer sooner. Midday, I rolled my yoga mat onto Emily’s hospital room floor and went through a sequence from a yoga class. Not enough to stop drinking that night, but enough to consider it before I pulled the bottle from the freezer.

Source: Huffington Post September 03, 2023 06:18 UTC