Today, I’m giving you an update on why I haven’t posted over the last few weeks. I LOVE what I do, and I always do my best to keep you updated on what’s going on in my life, and I do my best to post regularly, usually daily. With that in mind, it’s no surprise that so many of you reached out to express concern when nearly three weeks went by without much of an update from me. Thank you so much for always thinking of me, and thank you so much for your concern, well wishes, support, and comfort during all of this. It means more to me than you know, and I appreciate you all so much.
Please be advised that this update is a bit graphic and may be upsetting to some.
If you’re upset by issues around injuries, fertility & loss, car accidents, sexual harassment, surgeries, or if you don’t want to read something negative right now, which is perfectly understandable, please take a moment to hop over to the much happier sections of my website, like my travel or adventure archives.
This will be the only place I talk about this. I don’t normally share personal stories like this, but I’m working on being more transparent about my life and letting the hundreds of readers who have reached out asking what’s going on in on what’s happened, as requested. This blog is a reflection of my life and all the things that happen in it, and sometimes it’s not all fun adventures, fine dining, and life-changing new finds, and that’s just the way it goes.
This post is pretty long, so let’s get started.
I’m going to start by saying that this has been probably the worst few weeks of my life. It’s been so chaotic and upsetting, and it just seems like it’s been one thing after another, nonstop. I have just really been going through it lately. It’s been really rough physically, mentally, and emotionally.
Hacked & Running Out of Space
It started when a couple of weeks ago, my Pinterest was hacked, and I lost nearly 10k followers, which I’d built up over the years. For reference, about half of my traffic comes through Pinterest, which is more of a search engine than a social media platform for bloggers. Thankfully, I’ve been gaining new followers quickly in the weeks since then, and my traffic is coming back up to normal levels again.
The same day I had the issue with my Pinterest account, I received a notification that the storage space on my blog, which is what you’re reading now, was nearly maxed out of the highest tiered plan my server host offers, and upgrading would cost more than our mortgage each month unless I made a drastic change to another server host service. Neither of these may seem like a big deal, but they’re huge blows to bloggers, and my loss in Pinterest followers and traffic caused me to lose on several Pinterest-based jobs that would have helped offset the cost of upgrading my server space. It really sucked, but I knew it would work itself out somehow, and although I was feeling a bit down, I got over this quickly.
Car Troubles Pt. 1
To cheer me up after the issues with Pinterest and my website, Robin took me out for lunch, and it seemed things were getting better until we left the restaurant we’d grabbed lunch at and went out to the parking lot to find that a new driver had backed into and hit my car’s bumper. Looking back on it, it wasn’t a big deal, and we spent most of our time assuring her it was okay and that she shouldn’t be upset, but inside at the time, I was so upset because I LOVE my car. I hand wash it weekly, always get the services done right on time, keep the interior spotless, and have always been an extremely careful driver without so much as a parking ticket throughout my entire life.
Aside from my wedding ring and my camera, my car, which I’d affectionately given the German name Brünhilda, was my very favorite possession. I was so disappointed she had backed into it, but again not a huge problem in the scheme of things. Her family set up the payment for repairs to the body shop in our city, and it was promptly repaired. They were such a sweet family, and the situation couldn’t have gone better, in hindsight.
They say bad things happen in 3s, and so we thought to ourselves, “phew, this is the third bad thing to happen to us, we’re in the clear!”
Soon after those incidents, I found that a major publication had stolen some of my photographs, published them in print (which is a huge, career altering deal!), and attributed them not to me but a well-known male photographer in another country. It was actually one of you who recognized my work in print and alerted me to this theft. It breaks my heart when people steal from me, especially my intellectual property, because had they given me credit, it could have been a huge boost to me in my career, and it would have benefitted all involved parties. Instead, I am left feeling dismayed and frustrated. This publication has the ability to change the lives of the photographers it works with, and the person they attributed my images to in their printing was already well-regarded in the world of travel imagery. Why would they lie while simultaneously stealing from me?
This isn’t the first, second, or even 10th time some large global publication has stolen my work and failed to credit or pay me in any way, shape, or form, which is very discouraging. I can’t say much more about this at the moment because I’ve had to hire an attorney to remedy this, which I hate doing. After all, it’s so stressful and time-consuming. By not sticking up for myself as a semi-well-known photographer and travel writer, I set the tone that it’s okay for these publications to do this to other smaller travel creators who may not be able to stand up for themselves and me. I’m not only standing up for myself in this specific instance. I’m standing up for everyone else in this profession, which is why it’s necessary and right.
Rushing Back to Michigan
A day or two after all of these things happened, my mother-in-law (MIL) told us that her husband, my father-in-law (FIL), was having chest pains, and his Apple watch had found that his heart rate was extremely irregular. My MIL can’t drive and relies on my FIL for most things, so when we heard he was being admitted to the hospital for an emergency double bypass surgery, open-heart surgery for those with extremely clogged arteries, we dropped all of our plans. We drove a full day back to Michigan to be with them and help care for MIL and my FIL after his surgery with only a couple of hours’ notice.
It turned out to be good that we came back home because once they ran more tests on him, they found that he didn’t need a double bypass, but a triple bypass, which is a very risky and difficult surgery not only to undergo but to recover from. I know some people don’t like their in-laws, but mine are truly some of the most wonderful people in the world, as evidenced by how wonderfully they raised the man who became my incredible husband. I love them as much as I love my own blood relatives, so the idea that something was so seriously wrong with one of them was terrifying. We drove straight through the day from Connecticut, barely stopping even to eat or drink.
Triple Bypass Surgery & Waiting Room Harassment
After we arrived back in Michigan late at night after a full day of driving, I barely slept from worrying so much, and I woke up the next day around 5:30 am – 6:00 am to be to the hospital first thing with my MIL my FIL underwent his surgery. Thankfully, he had an incredible surgical team who did an excellent job, and we received word a few hours later that he was doing well and that everything had gone as well as possible. My MIL went back to visit my FIL even though he wasn’t really awake from his surgery yet.
I was in the surgery waiting room when an older man, probably in his 70s or so, who was also in the waiting room, began talking to me. He told me he’d been there since 3 am because his second wife was having surgery too, and feeling sad that another person was as worried about a loved one as we were, I offered the old dude some of our food, which was dried fruits, granola bars, and some smoothie pouches we hadn’t really touched. He continued talking to me, and at first, I didn’t mind, but he just wouldn’t leave me alone. He kept telling me strange things about his family and himself, and he tried to engage me in very bizarre political conversations, and I tried to be polite yet clear that I wanted to be left alone by pretending to be on my phone.
Over the course of a couple of hours, his seemingly nonstop talking devolved even further into comments about my long hair and how he wished his wife had long hair like mine, my body, and even the pink dress I was wearing. He asked me if my husband knew how lucky he was to “have a body like that,” and I told him I wasn’t interested in talking to him anymore. I got up from my seat, trying to get better cell service in the hospital to update our family members on my FIL’s condition, and stood near the windows, when I realized he was now standing right next to me. Out of nowhere, he wrapped his arms around me in a creepy, unwanted hug and said: “This is for you and your MIL,” and he commented how I smelled “so amazing” after sticking his nose into my hair and inhaling deeply. I pulled away from him, while he tried to hang on to me, walked away, and sat down, fully ignoring him and very grossed out.
When my MIL eventually returned, this creepy perv kept talking to her like he hadn’t just aggressively grabbed a random stranger in a hospital during a pandemic and asked if she’d “gotten her hug from him he’d given me.” On the surface, it seems like just an old dude “trying to be nice,” but the way he kept looking at us and all of the very inappropriate comments he was making to me around others in the waiting room made it clear that this dude was a major creep.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, a man claiming to be a chaplain, another much older man, came around asking if I needed any emotional support or guidance. Again, this seems like a nice thing to do for someone until I realized that he was staring at my chest rather than looking me in the eyes the entire time he was speaking to me. At this point, I’d just had it. I was sick with worry about my FIL, I hadn’t slept well, I’d been through numerous other frustrating things that week, and the other guy had been a major creep too. So, I sternly asked him what he was staring at, and he finally looked me in the eyes and simply and calmly said, “I think we both know.” as he got up to leave. As he was leaving, he turned around and said, “I’ll keep an eye out for you around the hospital, and I’ll be praying for you.”
Looking back on it, I should have immediately reported both him and the other creepy guy in the waiting room who had grabbed me without my permission and made rude comments about my appearance to the hospital’s security or something. Still, I was so shocked and upset that I didn’t do anything. I feel very guilty for not saying anything at the time because I doubt that was the first or last time either of those “men” had done those things to someone. If I were to try to do something about it now, I’m not sure what the hospital could even do, let alone if anyone would care about a couple of crass comments, a “hug,” and wandering eyes. I wish I had stood up for myself and other people they might have harassed in the past.
I recently realized that this was the first time since the pandemic started nearly a year and a half ago that I’d been alone in public, and it took less than an hour of me being alone in public for me to start getting sexually harassed again. It’s one thing to compliment someone and move on, but neither of these incidents was so benign.
To be clear, my MIL hadn’t seen any of this as she was caring for her husband in the recovery ward, and I didn’t tell her at the time because I didn’t want to worry her more than she already was.
Car Troubles Pt. 2
After arguably one of the most distressing 24-36 hours of my life that felt like it had gone on for weeks, my MIL wanted me to take her home, about an hour away. I felt fine and so happy to know my FIL was doing well, and I was ready to get some food. She had said she wanted to take a nap now that she knew her husband was in stable condition, and I was thankful to be leaving the hospital too. We were about 15 minutes from her home when another car struck my car’s front passenger side, where my MIL was sitting.
My car was pushed into the opposite lane of traffic, all of my car’s airbags went off, including the knee airbags, back seat airbags, driver and passenger airbags, and even some side pannel airbags I didn’t even know were there. My car began filling with smoke and heat, and my MIL screamed that the car was on fire, and we both got out as quickly as we could. Thankfully, what we had thought was fire was the dust, heat and smoke from the airbags all going off at once, but despite there being no fire, my beloved car was visibly totaled.
The airbags had all deployed, as I mentioned, the windshield had shattered, the front end was crumpled, along with lots of other damage, and it was clear it wasn’t going to be drivable any time soon, if ever again. A major part of why we’d come back to Michigan was so that in the weeks following my FIL’s surgery, I could drive my MIL around (remember, she can’t drive) and run errands for her, but without a car, I was worried about how I could do this. In the end, my car kept us safe.
I was so upset and worried about how I would be able to help them anymore now that my car was totaled and whether or not my MIL was okay that I didn’t realize how badly I was hurt until a few moments after exiting the car. I had massive bruises on both of my shins that were already turning purple and were making it painful to walk, my wrist and arms were cut from the panels in my car blowing off as the airbags deployed, and I’d gotten a decent amount of blood on one of my favorite dresses. My abdomen, right above my uterus, where the seatbelt had tightened to keep me safe, was extremely sore and it really hurt to walk or bend forward. I couldn’t make a fist with my right hand, and if I tried to move my thumb, I couldn’t.
I called my husband to come and help us since he was at home working and not far away from the accident, and I was so distraught about the accident and in pain that I wasn’t sure what to do. He showed up shortly after, helped us clean out my car, called a tow truck, and he took both my MIL and me to the emergency room.
I had more than a dozen x-rays taken of my knee, which was very swollen from the airbags deploying, and of my wrist and arm, which I still couldn’t move without a lot of pain. They told me that I didn’t need to take a pregnancy test before my x-rays because if I had been pregnant, I wouldn’t have been far along, to begin with, because they said my stomach was flat. Furthermore, because of the traumatic injuries I’d sustained to my abdomen, they said it didn’t matter if I had been pregnant at the time of the accident, because I “wouldn’t have been pregnant for very long anyway.” after such injuries.
A few other things happened at the hospital that I’m not really ready to talk about yet, but after a time, we were discharged, and I was told to come back in a few days for a follow-up to make sure I was doing okay and that I wasn’t experiencing any internal bleeding.
Looking back on this hospital interaction, it was pretty cruel of them to talk to me or any other patient like that, even if what they said had been true. I hope that they are kinder and more gentle with people who have gone through traumatic accidents in the future. They didn’t know anything about me beyond my injuries and what had happened to me in the accident. If I had been someone who had been desperately trying to have a child and so hopeful, their coldness could have been devastating for someone who had already gone through so much.
Caring for My In-Laws
As if everything wasn’t rough enough already, all of us except for my husband got a pretty bad cold, most likely from being in and out of the hospital. My FIL got over it first. Thankfully, my MIL had a lingering cough but is doing great now, and I got sick last but got over it the quickest. Despite my injuries, I did my best to help around the house, making everything as clean and safe as possible for when my FIL was discharged, and with the help of my sister, my mother, my MIL, and my husband, we did everything we had initially set out to do and more.
We washed, rolled up, and put away rugs and anything else that could be a trip hazard for him. We cleaned out all of the unhealthy foods from their pantry and refrigerator, came up with a healthy meal plan for them to follow when he got home and went grocery shopping. We cleaned their home from top to bottom, cleaned out their cars for them, cared for their pets, took my MIL up to the hospital each morning so she could visit my FIL, and did some things around the yard for them too.
When he came home after a week in the hospital, he looked better than he had in years and was in excellent spirits. My FIL has been moving around wonderfully, eating well, and embracing his healthy new lifestyle. He seems happier than I’ve seen him in a while, probably because he’s finally getting proper blood flow. I’m so thankful for the excellent care he received during his time in the hospital and that he could catch his health issues before they got worse. One of the arterial clogs he had was nicknamed “the widowmaker” because almost no one survives having that artery clogged. If that isn’t scary enough, he had 2 other almost completely clogged arteries in his heart as well. I’m so thankful he’s doing so much better now.
We recently came home back to Connecticut, and I’m recovering physically from my injuries. We have to deal with insurance and the total loss of one of our vehicles, which is never fun. I’m trying to catch up on the work I’ve had to neglect for the past few weeks, and I’m trying to get back into the swing of things, but it’s been hard because things just don’t feel the same.
This experience has made me realize that my in-laws and my own parents are getting older and that someday a surgeon, no matter how skilled, won’t be able to save them from death. It’s made me realize that our lives can drastically change at any moment, and there’s nothing we can do to stop these things from happening, which is a scary thought.
Sometimes, when I close my eyes to go to sleep at night, I can still hear the sound of the car accident and all of my airbags exploding out from my car, which startles me awake. I keep having nightmares not only of all of the things that could have gone wrong over the past few weeks but about what did go wrong, where I’m vividly reliving each piece of that nightmarish puzzle again and again, and in my restless dreams, it seems as real as it did when it first happened.
Thankfully, my wounds are healing, my bruises are fading, and my FIL & MIL are both doing well. I wrote this post to answer all of the questions I’ve received over the past few weeks and share that it’s okay to talk about them when things like this happen. I don’t often get “deep” on my blog, but the past few weeks have profoundly impacted me, and it would feel like I was lying to you if I didn’t at least share what happened with you. So, hug your loved ones and never miss a chance to tell the ones you love how much they mean to you, and always be kind to those around you because we never know what others may be going through.
I love you all, and I appreciate your support through everything that’s happened. If I had a dollar for every person who reached out to check on me, ask if everything was okay, offered support and compassion after my car accident, or encouraged me, I could go out and buy a new car right now. Thank you for always supporting me. Your love and support truly mean the world to me.
Kathryn Rossi says
Oh Annie, You dear, sweet lady. I’m so sorry to read all of this, but very thankful for the improvements. We have all gotten to know a piece of you through your art and your blog and it’s evident you have touched all of us as so many rally together to support and care for your heart. I hope you continue to feel stronger and stronger everyday..not only from your physical injuries but the emotional ones that were unfairly put upon you. You are loved and respected by all.❤️?
Annie Fairfax says
Thank you so much for your kind words. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get back to you. I can’t tell you how much your support means to me as I deal with all of this. Thank you for reading my story, and for encouraging me through this. I appreciate you more than you know!
Kathryn Rossi says
You don’t need to apologize for anything. I’m happy you are reading all the comments and feeling the love and support. We (I) stumbled upon you for a reason and I’m glad we can help you feel better. You have a huge group of followers thinking and praying for you. I hope your MIL/FIL are doing well too.
I am so sorry that this happened to you. I am a radiographer and if you haven’t already, you should report the person that advised you that you didn’t need a pregnancy test before x-rays. That is absolutely, categorically false. Your stomach being flat has absolutely zero to do with being pregnant. IF you only had extremity or head, upper neck x-rays, your abdomen should have been shielded by a lead apron. There are times that diagnostically you will have to be exposed if you are pregnant, but Dr’s will typically try other modalities such as ultrasound or MRI. I hope that you and your family are on the mend. Take care.
I agree with this, and my sister in law’s stomach was flat until she was more than halfway through her pregnancy! Stomach size does not dictate whether you have a fetus in there!
Annie Fairfax says
Thank you so much for this, Cassie. I appreciate you. I hope your SIL and her baby are happy and healthy <3
Annie Fairfax says
Thank you so much for this information, I really appreciate you telling me this. Thank you for your support, it means more to me than you know.
Sweet Annie, you are SO loved and cared for! We’ve never met, but I feel like I’ve gotten to know you through your website and our interactions on IG where you always promptly reply to my messages. No one deserves to go through what you’ve been through. I’m so sorry you were treated so badly by those gross men, and that you had to spend time in the hospital. You are a courageous, inspiring woman, and I’m proud of you for speaking up and sharing your story. It looks like you drove a beautiful Mercedes, and I hope you can get it back soon. You’ve mentioned several times how much you enjoy taking care of your car, so I’m sure your devastated.
Annie Fairfax says
Dana, thank you so much for reading. It means so much to me that you remember so much about me and my life. I’m very sad about the loss of my car, but things can be replaced, and I’m thankful that my MIL and I weren’t harmed any worse. It was a devastating accident for sure, but we are doing much better now, thankfully. Thank you for the times we’ve chatted on IG, it’s always a joy to see a message from you!
Kelly S. says
I have been following you from afar for a while, mainly from some of the FB pages.
I read this and the immediate thing I needed to say was do not feel guilty about the hospital creeps! It’s never something you expect to happen, and in your head you always want to think that you will react a certain way until it happens. I’ve had many similar experiences and it’s disgusting and uncomfortable and I get so mad afterwards that I didn’t yell at them or call them out or report them. But you can’t let that ruin your days. It’s important to just try to remember it going forward and if it (hopefully never) happens again, you will be better equipped!
With regards to the extremely insensitive doctor about pregnancy, that is HORRIFYING, and still worth reporting if you feel comfortable. You are able to file a complaint, and it shouldn’t be a problem. That is so extremely insensitive, and could have been handled much better especially in a trauma like that.
I am so glad you and your family are okay. That sounds extremely stressful, and they are so lucky to have you to be able to take care of them.
You do not have to go through this alone, it is important to talk about, and not bottle up! Thank you for feeling comfortable enough to share, and know you have so many people caring for you (even if from afar!). Sending you and your family all the healing thoughts, and hoping you get some relaxation.
Annie Fairfax says
I’m so sorry to hear you’ve experienced similar harassment. I don’t know a single woman who hasn’t experienced something similar, and it’s just so wrong. You’re exactly right, every time it happens I think to myself “I’ll never let someone talk to me or grab me like that again”, and then when I least expect it (like in a hospital waiting room), it happens again and it’s like I don’t know what to say or do. I hate that this happens to us so frequently, usually when we are vulnerable.
Thank you for that, I wasn’t sure if it was too late to do something when I initially wrote the post. A little kindness and compassion can go a very long way in situations like that.
Thank you so much for reading, and for your support and encouragement. It truly means the world to me. I’m so thankful to know people like you, even if it’s just online, who are so caring. It’s such a comfort.
Our entire congregation here in Poland have prayed for you and your family since weeks pass. We have lots love for you and how you support Poland visits in your art and you do not look down upon us. You are welcome here anytime in Gdańsk as our city loves you. Szybkiego powrotu do zdrowia.
Annie Fairfax says
I can’t thank you and your congregation enough for your kindness. Your comment and support brought tears to my eyes to think that strangers on another continent have been praying for me and my family. My husband and I cherished our time in Poland, and I hope to visit your city again someday soon. Thank you so much.
María Gonzalez-Perez says
I too was sexually assaulted in hospital. It made me feel unsafe and unrespected, and I regretted going for treatment. Thank you for speaking up, please do not feel guilt, you were taken advantage of and it was not something you should have dealt with. You are brave and I wish you all the best.
Annie Fairfax says
I’m so sorry to hear you experienced something similar. It’s so cruel and unfair that women can’t even be safe in a hospital when they are seeking care for an illness or injury. I hope nothing like that ever happens to you, or anyone else, again. Thank you for sharing your experience, I know it takes a lot to put that part of your life out there for others to read and judge, and I think you’re very brave too.
I’m in tears reading this, I’m so sorry this happened to you. You probably don’t remember me, but we met during one of your charity events with Vineyard Vines about five years ago. At the time, I didn’t have any friends and if I’m being honest I was thinking of hurting myself back then because I was so depressed and in so much pain. When I went up to meet you and take a picture with you you had the biggest, warmest smile and you gave me a huge long hug that made me feel valued and I was immediately drawn to how kind you were and that you really listened to me as we talked. That was the first time someone had hugged me in years and you didn’t let go of me until I let go of you and it seems so silly but you saved my life that day. Since then, you’ve replied to every message I’ve ever sent you and you’ve always helped cheer me up or encourage me when I’ve needed it. I really look up to you and I admire everything you do and it makes me so sad that you’re going through this because you’re such a nice person.
Annie Fairfax says
First of all, please forgive my tardy reply. I have had a lot going on lately and I’m just now getting caught up on replies. Second, of course I remember you! You were one of the first people to ever attend one of my in-person events, and I was just as excited to meet you as you seemed to be about being there, so thank you so much for coming and hanging out with me and the VV team!
Thank you so much for sharing that with me. I’m so sorry to hear you were struggling so much, and that you were in such pain. I wish I would have known what you were going through at the time, because I would have loved to have stayed in touch with you more closely, given you all the hugs I could that day, and taken all the pictures together you wanted. I’m so thankful and happy to hear that you’re doing better these days, because you deserve to be happy and healthy. I hope you’ve found a life you love living, because you truly deserve that as well.
Thank you for being you, and thank you so much for all of your support over the years. I wouldn’t be anywhere without your support. Don’t hesitate to reach out anytime, I love hearing from you. Hopefully, we will run into each again someday!
I am so sorry this happened to you and I am so proud of you for sharing such a difficult time in your life with us. With all due respect, it sounds as though you may be experiencing PTSD, and I am worried about you since you are no longer sleeping well.
There’s a stigma attached to therapy, but I can say from first hand experience that it really does help the brain overcome trauma. If you don’t feel better in your heart and mind soon, please look for someone to help you. You are such a lovely person; you deserve to feel safe and whole again.
With Love & Respect from Oxford,
Your Fan Jane
Annie Fairfax says
Thank you so much for reading and for your concern. Your kind comments mean so much to me. I am looking into ways to sleep better, and I’ve been looking into finding someone I can talk to to help me work through what happened, because I think it would be helpful too.
I appreciate you sharing a bit about your experiences; there really is no shame in getting help. I hope you’re doing well; thank you so much for your support!
I’m so glad you’re healing physically. I’m hoping you’re also healing emotionally as well. I’m in tears reading this. So much love to you and your family. As I’ve always told my daughters as they’ve learned to drive, cars are replaceable, YOU are not.
Annie Fairfax says
Thank you, I’m working on it. I used to really love driving, going on road trips, and just cruising around with my husband, but after this accident it all feels very different. That’s the first thing my husband said to me when he got to the scene of the accident – that it’s just a car, and as long as everyone involved was safe, nothing else mattered. It sounds like your daughters have a very wise parent!
Thank you for taking the time to read my story <3
Oh my gosh Im so sorry to hear you’ve had so much going on, especially all at once. Take time and space to heal and feel better. The blogging community will be here for you when you’re back!
Annie Fairfax says
You and your husband are such good people, to sacrifice so much to help your parents. I hope they know how lucky they are to have children like you.
Annie Fairfax says
Thank you for saying so, but they are wonderful people, and we are the lucky ones to have them in our life!
I’m so sorry you’ve been through so much lately! When it rains it pours. I hope you’re healing and feeling better and recovering from all this!
Annie Fairfax says
Thank you so much, Greta.
Aw Annie! I’m so sorry to hear about all of this! It really does seem like bad things happen all at once and it can be so overwhelming. That was pretty much my entire year last year. Just couldn’t catch a break! But the good news is that things get better <3 I'm so sorry to hear about your car! I actually had something similar happen a few years ago so I know how frustrating it can be. And shame on the hospital for saying that stuff! Glad to hear that your FIL is doing better <3 I hope that you start to feel better soon too!! Sending you lots of hugs and positivity!! Feel free to reach out anytime if you need an ear!
Annie Fairfax says
Thank you so much for your encouragement, Lizzie. I appreciate you so much!
I am so sorry to hear about everything that has happened to you in the last few weeks.
You’re a fantastic DIL.
I’ve taken care of both my parents & my MIL after multiple bypass and valve replacement surgery. It’s what we call a “mitzvah” or good deed.
It’s not too late to report the chaplain. I would def do that before he harasses someone else.
Report what happened, re: the talk about pregnancy after the crash, to the hospital administration. Whoever spoke to you like that should be reprimanded. I was in an accident while trying to conceive & was never treated like that.
Glad you’re both not seriously injured.
Cars can be replaced, but you & your MIL cannot.
Get yourself a new “Brunhillde the second”. Maybe a diff color to cheer you up.
Please take some time for yourself to rest & recover, both physically & mentally.
P.S. Go after that magazine/photographer for copyright infringement & get the recognition you deserve!
Annie Fairfax says
Thank you, Rickid. That’s so kind of you to say. It’s a lot of work, isn’t it? I’d do it all over again though, if I knew that everything would work out and everyone would be safe at the end of it.
I’m so sorry to hear you were in an accident, it’s a very scary experience. I appreciate your advice more than you know.