In Early Fall, I decided to walk in my backyard after my diagnosis. It used to be a place of peace, meditation, and gardening—a place I slowly created each year and built upon with my children. I wanted to be amongst my roses and fruit trees. I tried to pray and reflect upon my life, […]
A few months ago, my rheumatologist. Dr. K sat down with me seriously and gave me options. She was very kind and supportive, yet I only heard “chemo-like” or “chemo-light.” It took me a while to process and comprehend. I discovered I didn’t know much about medical science, healthcare, and pharmaceuticals. I used to faint […]
After a rheumatology appointment, I pulled over to a stop somewhere in Mission Hills. It was unfamiliar, but I decided to attend a Musings and Movement event via Zoom. It was time, and I didn’t want to wait until I was at a convenient location; otherwise, I would not attend again. So, I was, parked […]
I walk in a dirty hallway. I wonder why I have bottom healthcare services, not the worst, but not the best. I cannot choose who looks at my heart or what keeps me alive. I have to go where my insurance sends me. My heart squeezes, and I check in. I sit in the waiting […]
