Friday, the 13th is a day that many people fear. It’s considered to be an unlucky day. I don’t usually buy into the superstition, but I have, on occasion, chosen to not fly on Friday the 13th or participate in various other functions that may tempt fate.
In reality, my unlucky day was Thursday, the 13th, way back in January of 2005. That was the day that my husband, David, had a subarachnoid hemorrhage that caused him to endure three brain surgeries in less than two weeks. That was the day that his neurosurgeon told me that he would make a “great organ donor.” That 13th was my unlucky day. It changed the paths of David’s and my lives forever.
BUT . . . David defied the odds that his neurosurgeon gave him of survival and we celebrate life every day. But, on this 18th year after his event, we want to celebrate with you too.
I’m making a special dinner for David tonight. If you can guess what I am making, I will send you a pdf copy of my book, Prisoners Without Bars: A Caregiver’s Tale.
Contest ends at 12:00pm Pacific time tomorrow evening, January 14th, 2023.
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Prisoners Without Bars: A Caregiver's Tale
I am the author of Prisoners without Bars: A Caregiver's Tale. It's the true story of how my husband almost left me--three times.