Stories Told. Lives Changed.
This week’s post is a slight detour from my month-long research and writing about chronic illness. Next week will be the final installment on chronic illness. Even though Dina, the girl who always wore sleeves, has been a student in my class since September, I really meet her for the first time last week on a […]
A few days after a muscle biopsy procedure my doctor called and delivered the name of my mysterious internal antagonist–Sar-coy-something. As I scratched down its letters on the back of a Chinese take-out menu he explained the intimacies of my disease, offered some reassurance and outlined a plan of attack. When the call ended […]