Hi, I’m Carolyn and My Chronic Library is a personal blog detailing my life and learnings of living with MS, my experience undergoing and recovering from an experimental bone marrow transplant (HSCT), my opinions and recommendations for navigating healthcare in the U.S., and all things reading and books.

I endeavor to provide lessons for the chronically ill and impossibly curious. I’m navigating disability in an ableist world and trying to make an impact by helping others through education and advocacy.

I’m a voracious reader, avid traveler, and singer of show tunes. Four years in means there’s a lot of content here. If you don’t fancy scrolling, ask me a question directly!

Read about my former self as well as my thoughts on releasing body shame and comparison in health.


LATEST POSTS


  • Back to Start

    Back to Start

    I was prepared to feel like a lab rat in this process. I was not prepared to feel all alone or be buried in red tape and insurance denials. I was not prepared to have to start again.

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  • Rehab, Health Esteem & Other Musings

    Rehab, Health Esteem & Other Musings

    I will crawl, claw, and fight to improve my walk, to build strength, to be independent. I may have been kicked back to the starting line by shingles, but I will not stop trying.

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  • The Me I Mourn

    The Me I Mourn

    I have hours to think and to write, alone in my hospital bed. I find my mind wandering to the versions of me that are now lost; both from the past and also looking into the future.

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  • Guest Author: A Roller Coaster of Recovery

    Guest Author: A Roller Coaster of Recovery

    I assume by now you have read Carolyn’s new blogs about the month of February but I would like to sum it up in a few words: “What the hell?” As a parent, I just want to fix things.

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  • The F Word

    The F Word

    F is for fall, one of those key medical metrics that hospitals care about. I’ve been forced to come to terms with recent falls and how they impact my health and care.

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  • Depths of Despair

    Depths of Despair

    My mobility is not me. I work every day to understand that simple sentence. But I write now, from a place of darkness, of loss, of profound grief.

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