Christmas is always a troubling time of year for me. In 2009, a few days before Christmas, I was hospitalized with Bickerstaff brainstem encephalitis (a variant of GBS).
My parents had to pack up all the gifts and food (we were all going to their house in Victoria, BC for the holidays that year) and come to the mainland, so everyone could be near me.
Christmas day was a bit somber as my family gathered around my hospital bed and tried to muster up some cheer. They returned to my sister’s house to have dinner, while I lay holding my husband’s hand, feeling guilty, frightened and worried.
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