There I was five years ago, sitting in my car much longer than I should have. Just the thought of walking to the pharmacy was daunting, nearly panic-inducing. The longer I stared at the Walmart entrance, the farther away it got. I just wanted to go home, bathe, and get…
A dull but fierce ache swept through my left leg like wildfire. I was sound asleep until a charley horse ripped through my calf muscle and woke me. The pain was so intense that I gasped and ripped away the blankets to assess my leg. My fiancé and I watched…
Typically, when someone wishes you a happy anniversary, it’s to celebrate another year in a relationship, marriage, or even a career. It’s a time to reflect on all the effort put in, the adventures experienced, and the achievements made during that time. This week marks an important five-year anniversary for…
Being chronically ill and disabled long before I turned 40 is not how I expected my life to unfold. Rare diseases, permanent organ damage, and a multitude of comorbidities have forever changed my future. While it’s no secret that there are negative aspects to living with a rare, chronic illness,…
This column describes the author’s own experiences with Soliris (eculizumab). Not everyone will have the same response to treatment. Consult your doctor before starting or stopping a therapy. Dialysis, blood transfusions, muscle loss, isolation, loss of appetite, infusions with damaging side effects, and the hallway echoes of the slow…
Fifteen milliliters of children’s ibuprofen, a 75-count pack of Clorox disinfecting wipes, boxes of Kleenex with aloe, a large can of Lysol disinfectant spray, filled hand-soap dispensers at each sink, an empty trash can, rubber gloves, and antibacterial dish soap. That all may sound like an advertisement for a drugstore,…
It was the first time in four weeks I’d been hungry — actually, truly hungry. My mouth watered at the thought of a fresh, hot breakfast. During my stay in the intensive care unit (ICU), I’d lost 20 pounds and a great deal of muscle mass and was growing weaker…
4 a.m.: I moan as I squint my eyes and cover them when every bright, overhead light turns on. I’m greeted by a bubbly young phlebotomist who’s here to draw blood. She raises the bed 2 feet, the lift inside making a slow whirling sound as it creeps toward the…
The slow, steady beep of my heart monitor echoed like a ticking clock. Sometimes the noise seemed to move farther away, while at other times, it seemed right next to my ear. Every 30 minutes there’d be a loud tick, followed by the hissing of my blood pressure cuff inflating.
Employment: Dare I say it’s a necessary evil? American culture is very career-focused. Everything costs money, which most people earn by working. And with the cost of living creeping higher each year, many are working more than ever just to make ends meet. But what happens when you suddenly become…
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