Eight Years In
Eight Years In It was a typical Friday evening. The workweek was behind me, the weekend was just ahead, and I was doing what I always do after an infusion: bracing for the sleepless night…
Eight Years In It was a typical Friday evening. The workweek was behind me, the weekend was just ahead, and I was doing what I always do after an infusion: bracing for the sleepless night…
What does it feel like when your own body stops following your lead? For many people, hearing the words “You have Parkinson’s disease” lands with the same shock as hearing “You have cancer.” Time bends,…
I picture you at your kitchen table, maybe with a mug cooling beside your hand. The house is quiet, but your mind is not. When you hear the words you have cancer, life splits into…
More than anything else, courage can creep up on us in the most serendipitous of ways. Sitting in darkness with just the dim light of a desk lamp on us, we think. Do you ever…