Elizabeth Grow is an editor and content writer for Love What Matters. A graduate of Utah State University, she now lives in Las Vegas with her husband and two dogs. Elizabeth loves sharing stories that raise awareness for neglected populations within our society, particularly the mentally ill. She loves music, any kind of DIY craft project, and a good movie.
“No work is meaningless, no job mundane. When we seek to do our work, whatever it may be, with a heart of joy, even scrubbing toilets can touch an entire nation.”
“Parenting a child like my son requires a mother who has patience, unwavering support, and the resiliency to fight through the tough days. Because of my father… I am that mother.”
“I felt like I let Mrs. Fisher down. But what felt like devastation soon turned into a new passion, one fueled by an even greater source of love — my son.”
“When I woke up, I was starting to withdraw. I asked Anthony if he wanted one and he grunted. Because he was sick, I helped him shoot up. When I looked down, his eyes were rolled back into his head.”
“Brian came jumping out of the door and smiled before bounding over and giving me a very enthusiastic handshake. ‘I didn’t think you’d actually come. Thank you so much.’ I knew I’d met a pretty special guy.”
“I was covered in hives. My cheeks were flushed, and I gasped for air. ‘I hoped this was the answer.’ I was allergic to my last shot at remission. It had all been for nothing.”
“In came another doctor, who also scanned his head. Then another doctor and another doctor. ‘His brain is likely to grow out of his skull.’ I tried to hide my bump. I didn’t let myself get attached.”
“The world was falling apart as a top neurosurgeon prepared to piece me back together. I watched the protests from a small TV in our hotel room and reflected on how I fought for 23 years to be heard by men and women in white coats who minimized my disabling symptoms and refused to acknowledge my struggle was real.”
“’I found her blue,’ my nurse explained. What? How bad was this? My family watched in horror as I destroyed my body and soul. Then something flipped. I just wanted to go home.”
“I was wheeled next to her incubator and remember seeing her full head of hair. But I didn’t feel happy. I felt helpless. I couldn’t hold her, bond with her, or breastfeed her. I remember thinking, ‘What do I do?’ I went to Dr. Google for answers, and that just led me into a downward spiral of despair. How could I raise a child with special needs? I didn’t even know how to raise a typical child.”
