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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Movement, Energy & the Body
Movement – a word that holds so much joy, so much possibility and for me, sorrow and loss as well.
Three Things My Doctors Said
I have three specific encounters with three extraordinary doctors that shaped who I am as a patient as well as what I know I need from the doctor/patient relationship.
Positivity Free Zone
We aren’t supposed to be happy all the time, always productive. There is a place for darkness and sadness and despair.
Reflecting Back & Looking Forward
I am six months post transplant and full of hope and gratitude. Take a moment to thank your beautiful, wonderous, amazing, incredible and unique body.
Dear Kerry: a letter to my Captain
This is an open letter to my transplant nurse, my captain, my friend.