Dr. Terrie Rose

Standing on the porch with her parents, our two-and-a-half-year-old granddaughter waved at a passing plane, “Bye Grammie and Papa.” Her bright eyes and sun-kissed cheeks radiated love. “They’re going to get Papa’s cancer,” she said. While the plane at which she waved was random, the experience was not. My husband and I were traveling from our home in Minneapolis towards a five-week residency in Chicago. A clinical trial at the University offered hope in reigning in an aggres

It's been weeks since our dog passed — weeks since I told my almost two-year-old granddaughter that our constant companion was no longer at our sides. For many days, I thought about writing helping children with the loss of a pet. But, I kept finding distractions. I wasn’t yet ready. My heart ached for his unconditional love. My eyes scanned for his shape. My body searched for his warmth. My ears perked at familiar sounds. My memory fooled me as I expected his greeting. How T