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Chased by the Storm
Ten Years Ago, Hurricane Sandy Hit, and My Health Was Undone by a Perfect Storm of Unrelenting Conditions
Ten years ago, I was sitting on a beach on Palm Island, celebrating my 45th Birthday with just my husband. We had purposely chosen an island in the Grenadines to avoid potential hurricanes, and the weather was perfect.
It was also the first time my husband and I had flown somewhere alone — without the kids — since before we had children (so right around 17 years). After a brief separation that previous summer, we recommitted to our marriage, and Palm Island was like a second honeymoon — only better.
I was in pretty good shape — not just physically but mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.
Life was good.
Unbeknownst to me at the time, my birthday, October 23, 2012, was the day a certain storm developed into a category one hurricane. Two days later, we were flying into the eye of the hurricane, trying to outrun what would become known as Superstorm Sandy.
