Courageous Parents Network Resources

Here Come Holidays

Wednesday, Nov. 17, 2021 | 8pm EST / 5pm PT
For families of children who had or are living with a serious illness, the holiday season can be a mixed bag. A bag filled with joy, comfort, and love but often also anxiety, sadness, and isolation. Join members of the Network, in a moderated discussion about the complex emotions that accompany significant days, strategies for coping, where to find joy and ways rituals may help during the holiday season.  LEARN MORE

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Grief During the Holidays

Article #1:  "A few years ago, my dad was hit and killed by an oncoming SUV as he was walking home. The accident happened less than a year after he moved to California to be closer to my brother and me. He suffered from bipolar disorder for my entire life, and was in good shape for the first time in a long time—we were just getting to know each other when I was forced to suddenly say goodbye...The holidays were really special to my dad. He saw them as reminders of his childhood—a happier time before the height of his disorder."  READ MORE

Article #2:  "I always looked forward to Thanksgiving. It was never just my immediate family—my parents invited extended family, family of the extended family, and whomever else was left in the neighborhood. All stragglers were welcome. My mom—who often joked that her food looked better than it tasted—made the quintessential Americana Thanksgiving meal: turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green beans, cranberry out of the can, yams with marshmallows, and sweet potato pie. Her prized side was a rutabaga dish that I only remember my dad eating, and not always willingly!...Myelodysplastic Syndrome took away my health and had deflated my holiday spirit—I was fighting for my life."  READ MORE

Article #3:  "Ugh, you're alone on the holidays.  Every single cliché about solitude in winter pounces on you. You’re jumped. You’re pummeled into a gang of one that nobody else wants to join. The sun takes its sweet time heaving itself into the sky every morning, and then scuttles away too quickly right after 5 pm. Trees are bare and skeletal against a doomy, concrete sky. Life and motion and love all seem zombified.  You see happy families scurrying through the snow, clutching presents, laughing. Places to go. People to be with.  You’ve got no one."  READ MORE

Article #4:  "The worst Thanksgiving of my life was the Thanksgiving of 1997. My husband Jay had been diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer eight months earlier—on April 3rd, to be precise. That was the day that would forever divide our lives into two distinct periods: BC and AC. Before Cancer. After Cancer. We had steeled ourselves for the fight. “We will figure this out!” became my daily mantra. By Thanksgiving, it had become increasingly clear that, despite my best intentions, saying it would not make it so."  READ MORE

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