A Non-Minnesotan Request for Help
As you may have heard, we’re in it for the long haul here at the ICU. Due to this becoming our new normal, and needing to try to maintain some of our old normal for these kiddos and our family, to whatever degree possible, I am doing the thing that I am terrible at—-asking for help. My dear friend and fellow caregiver, Allison, has introduced me to this nifty little app to ask very directly (and non-Minnesotan) for what I need. If you’re wanting to help us, please consider joining our team and you’ll get alerts with what we need—it might be a meal, some random childcare, someone to hang out with G in the ICU, coffee, a check-in on Barney the cat, etc. If you can help, super! If not, don’t worry—another opportunity will likely pop up right away, as our life is complicated, messy, nonlinear, but incredibly blessed, especially to have so many amazing people surrounding and supporting us! Thanks in advance for considering!!
Here’s the link to join! https://iana.page.link/YkLpiYBCEmvwibNLA
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