“You’re a healthy woman!” chirps my GP, her slim young hand on my shoulder. My internal wolf wants to bite that hand but just in time I remember I’d rather not lose another tooth.
Yesterday I read a heartening news story of a 45-year-old woman who had earned her PhD in spite of a terminal diagnosis of cancer. Her university was so impressed by […]
Finally, after years of dithering poverty, I did it. I sent off an entire pay cheque, before I could spend it on things much less lasting, to bring Mana Manna, […]
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I should be happy and light today: (1) My birthday is nicely situated, right at the end of the school year. (2) Either my friends are…
Mia never flagged, never lost courage, never abandoned or betrayed me, and never lost that twenty-four-carat smile.
That girl has grit. More grit than a gold pan and more nuggets, too.
What this body is experiencing is full-blown Sjogren’s, and maybe something else.
The end of the inflammation would surely mean the end of the stiffness and pain. My hands would regain their strength and acuity and I wouldn’t act like a zombie every morning any more.
It is always a pleasure to meet with the charming and approachable Dr. T. I did not expect to do battle with him.
Getting the form for the prescription of medical marijuana was the easy part. Finding a doctor sufficiently well seated in the current century to give me the prescription? That’s a lot harder.
Even Hippocrates would have appreciated the idea of shoving a camera into a human orifice and taking a visual safari through the guts of the matter.