Category: brave

feeling the invisible.

Y’all, it has been a holy hell, beast of a week, with all kinds of new and exciting symptoms manifesting – yay, autoimmune disease – and old foolishness rearing it’s ugly head too. All I have for this is “What the Frack?” As it happens, it’s also Invisible Illness & Disability Awareness Week – that’s…

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heaviness.

I have a “heavier thing” weighing on my mind to get to today. But, first, let’s talk about yesterday and today in Paleo/RA for a minute. I say both days because I actually started this post last night and wrote a large part of it before closing my eyes to rest at about 4 AM…

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frightening doctor visits.

I remember my very first question on my NCLEX exam for my nursing license being an orthopedic question – my least favorite subject – and me thinking, “This can’t be a good sign.” And then I REALLY couldn’t believe the irony when I was hired to work the orthopedic floor as my first job –…

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mother mother

For whatever reason, somehow my biological mother – who I haven’t seen in 18 years (and that was a traumatic run-in at the ob-gyn’s office I wrote about in one of my Mother’s Day posts) – made one of her occasional pop-ups on my Facebook tonight. That hasn’t happened in a couple of years either…

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wheelchairs and mala beads

Probably the most well-known quote from the spiritual teacher Ram Dass is “We are all just walking each other home.” You’ve likely seen it before. It’s a favorite of mine. He is one of my beloved teachers. So, tonight, I finally watched his Netflix short documentary, “Ram Dass, Going Home” about his post-stroke life and…

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