About the Team Eric Chronicles
On August 19, 2016, while vacationing in London with my mother, my father was diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia. He spent a month in the ICU in London until he was well enough to fly home to Cheyenne, Wyoming, at which point he went to an in-patient hospice center. He is, at the time of this writing, still there.
Out of sheer panic and desperation that August day, I wrote a plea to my Facebook friends for prayers, good vibes, whatever they could give. It never occurred to me that, by doing so, I would be launching the chronicles that would both help me retain my sanity and provide updates to the hundreds of people that became #TeamEric.
I have since moved the chronicles from Facebook to this blog as a first step toward writing a book about this experience. In the meantime, it will serve as my means of updating the team.
What has been most amazing and uplifting about this experience is that at least half of the members of Team Eric have never met my father. Some of them have never met me or any member of my family. And yet there are prayers said in synagogues in Los Angeles and St. Paul; in churches in Kansas and New Jersey and Prague and Australia and England. Cards, letters, flowers, and gifts have poured in from Florida, Washington, Colorado, Virginia, New York...well. You get the idea.
I'm told by my readers that these posts are helping them come to terms with the bouts of cancer and deaths of loved ones they have experienced in their own lives but been unable to talk or write about; I hope it does the same for you.
Thanks for reading, and welcome to the team.