On August 24, 2015 I woke up with what I thought was a crick in my neck, but as the day went on, it became much more than that. By midnight, I sat alone in Baylor Grapevine’s ER and heard these words: "Mrs. Williamson, we have to CareFlight you to...
I will never forget when the doctor told us, “Your daughter has cancer.” The only worse words were, “She has relapsed.” While my life has a very definitive line of “before cancer” and “after cancer”, cancer does not define my family and it certainly...
I will never forget that dirty bathroom floor. The bathroom floor where my child’s teacher sat down and took my boy in her arms to comfort him. His heart is broken...a deep kind of brokenness where he feels worthless. It is not his fault. He is...
