I’m still here

I can’t breathe. I should be able to, my allergies aren’t causing wheezing or sneezing. But I can’t breathe.  It comes from the heart. As a professional sick person, I’m aware of the mindset that disease repels.  I’m not so sure.  I think that disease terrifies people.  It scares me and I am a sick person. … Continue reading

Fighting

About one week ago, Oz took me on an adventure.  We visited Native American burial mounds and hiked through the serene woods.  We found a road that was closed to vehicles, but decided to hike it anyway.  It had been raining on and off all day and my feet became mops.  But I didn’t care. … Continue reading