Waiter, there’s something in my glass.

My husband lost his job last week…
…the job that was slowly killing him. He was on the road, commuting across state, eating fast food, sleeping in hotel rooms, missing time with his doting daughters, and stressed in such a way that I really feared heart attack.
And then I remember that a year ago [...]

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Flare-ups are a Pain.

Sometimes remission can fool you into thinking you’re cured – or even misdiagnosed.
I’ve been feeling so great: running, drinking coffee, hunching over the laptop, gardening…doing basically whatever I want. I recently told a friend “I have no pain, I feel completely normal.”
Jinx.
Then it reappeared – angry back pain, a fork twisting [...]

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No Lifetime in the Pool

I keep looking for the sliver lining in the latest card I’ve been dealt: the happy ending, the Big Lesson. After three weeks, I’m thinking that’s enough time for God to look down and say, “Okay, yeah– so here’s the good part.”
Yesterday, I thought I might be on to it. After two weeks of serious [...]

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The Diagnosis

“Do you think I’ll ever run again?”
“I Hope so.”
Hope is never want you want to hear from a doctor. I want to hear, “Yes, absolutely, of course, you bet.”
Never being much of a glass-half-full kind-of-gal, I take “I hope so” to really mean “No, but I don’t want you to start crying again in my [...]

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