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The Shame of Losing - Red Hen Press
Days before Sarah Cannon’s thirty-third birthday, she receives a frightening phone call from her husband’s arborist colleague: Matt, her spouse of seven years and father to their two small children, has been severely injured by a falling tree branch. In a few moments, her visions of their future go dark, and she must learn how to care for the man she depended on for support. Faced with choices around how to behave in this rollercoaster journey, she takes as many steps back as she does forward, f...
Coming Full Circle | BrainLine
This summer I facilitated an experience that gives the phrase “coming full circle” new meaning. It was my mother’s idea. My troubled teen daughter had spent the summer visiting her dad who is a TBI survivor. We live apart, and she misses him terribly, or, misses who he was.The kids were little when he’d had his accident, and he and I were young, too. We had been so much in love. It was a difficult time then and now.After our separation in 2013, I took some time off work to learn about what I fel...
Accidentally honest, by Paul Constant
When Seattle memoirist Sarah Cannon looked at the face of her husband Matt in the beginning of her new book The Shame of Losing, she didn't recognize him.
Matt was always a masculine man — he built things with his hands, and he liked to take risks. But after a workplace accident very nearly killed him, Cannon, a young wife and mother, found herself wondering how much of the man she loved was left behind. The face that she fell in love with was not the same, would never be the same even after rec...
Matt was always a masculine man — he built things with his hands, and he liked to take risks. But after a workplace accident very nearly killed him, Cannon, a young wife and mother, found herself wondering how much of the man she loved was left behind. The face that she fell in love with was not the same, would never be the same even after rec...
At the End There Might Just be Peace | The Manifest Station
By Sarah Cannon
Remember the mindfulness training you felt cynical about back when Matt was hurt? It was and was not a long time ago. It’s like a lifetime has been squished into less than a decade. Or how about David, do you remember him? He was the counselor you were seeing before the accident, then again afterward. He had perpetual pit stains on his pastel button-ups and always asked you what you were doing with your anger. This was back when your focus was driving Matt to out-patient rehab se...
Remember the mindfulness training you felt cynical about back when Matt was hurt? It was and was not a long time ago. It’s like a lifetime has been squished into less than a decade. Or how about David, do you remember him? He was the counselor you were seeing before the accident, then again afterward. He had perpetual pit stains on his pastel button-ups and always asked you what you were doing with your anger. This was back when your focus was driving Matt to out-patient rehab se...
Sex in a hospital bed - Salon.com
Sex was the furthest thing from my mind when a tree branch struck my husband’s face, and he was hooked into life support immediately.
When it was clear he would live, he underwent surgery for his fractured skull, eye sockets and nose, after which he was weaned from a medical coma. For months, all I did was hope and pray. It wasn’t until he was in rehabilitation that I allowed myself to think about how intimacy would work. But now, I felt like a virgin at 33.
Once, when his eyes were still glue...
When it was clear he would live, he underwent surgery for his fractured skull, eye sockets and nose, after which he was weaned from a medical coma. For months, all I did was hope and pray. It wasn’t until he was in rehabilitation that I allowed myself to think about how intimacy would work. But now, I felt like a virgin at 33.
Once, when his eyes were still glue...
Love, Light, Strength (and Glue) (Published 2013)
Five years ago, my husband, Miles, who led a tree crew, could work like a horse. A normal week for him was 60-plus hours. In his spare time he built fences and decks for our fixer-upper house. Meanwhile, I fed the kids and ran them around, shopped at Home Depot and paid the bills. Life was hectic but fun. Then one day Miles was overseeing a complicated removal when two trees crashed down in a way they weren’t supposed to, and an 80-pound branch struck him squarely in the forehead. He spent two m...