“The house of cards still stands,” I say to my primary care physician, and only then wonder, “is that an apt metaphor?” She nods her head, as she continues to read my MRI report. I’ve already heard from my neurologist who favors monologue over dialogue. Nor is he one for metaphor or talking about arthritis.... Continue Reading →
Kinds of Love
It is a crisp, North Florida morning, a sunshine bright 33°, although the day may warm to the high 60s. What warms the heart will eventually warm the body is my energy mantra. I dress in layers for this is not a day that favors autoimmune disease, anemia, or arthritis. It is a day for... Continue Reading →