Red strings connect my timelines as I narrow down the triggers. My health is like a murder I’m trying to solve, and the doctors are telling me there isn’t a body.

See you at the next wedding.

I deserve the comfort and ease of living just as much as the able-bodied person next to me. And you do too.

Do I always weigh it out before? Not really. But I always pay the price. And that price is getting higher and higher. 

Sometimes it’s just a lot easier to worry about what the answer’s going to be than to figure out what we are going to do about it.

Missing what you lost ≠ being ungrateful for what you have.

As the saying goes, we’re all just walking each other home.

Nothing is more powerful than giving yourself the permission to survive.

Just stumbling my way through health insurance and sharing what I’ve learned so far.

Do not allow those unfamiliar with your pain to stifle your voice.

I would tell him again and again and again.

Grab a cuppa tea and settle in. We have so much to cover. Welcome to HCW. 🩶