I'm admittedly tired of insensitivities and misconceptions about CF from the relatively-healthy community.
I was exposed to plenty of fentanyl over the past couple of years. It was heavenly. The withdrawals were not.
I can appreciate that alternative, or supplemental, medicine is useful in many cases. But that doesn't mean you should take advantage of the chronically ill to sell wares.
My joy comes from a combination of both small and big things. I discuss the lifestyle changes that amp me.
The first in a two-part series about how anger in inherent to life with severe chronic illness.
After 23 years of invisible illness, my disease was suddenly, violently visible.
I’m no longer living with a childhood disease. Reflecting on the past few years, I realize there were myriad moments of “I ain’t a kid anymore.” Moments of tears, eye rolls, courage, and laughter.