Being ill like I am makes even simple tasks feel like climbing a mountain. With toddlers hanging off my arms and legs. And torrential rain turning the track to mud. Continue Reading →
Last week I sat in front of my rheumatologist and heard words I never thought I’d hear: “We’ve done everything. Chemotherapy hasn’t worked. There’s nothing else I can do for Continue Reading →
There’s two things that happen with chronic illness and disability. One; your body will change irrevocably. Two; you are not supposed to care.
Tomorrow is International Day of Persons With Disabilities. The theme this year is “transformation towards sustainable and resilient society for all.”
I don’t even know what show that’s from – I’m hearing it in some sort of robotic voice? – but what I’m actually thinking is “Imposter alert!” because I’ve been Continue Reading →