On the April day that I went to the emergency room for the first time, I returned home to learn that my cousin and godmother had died after a bewildering health emergency. It had only been a few years since we had lost two other family members far too young, and in those intervening yearsContinue reading >>
Illness, grief, and the things that don’t go away
Sometimes I cry because I’m sick. The pain itself doesn’t make me cry, though there have been times when it has made me cry out. What makes me weep is the inversion of all that was normal in my life: health and lack of worry. Just when I think that I have accepted the newContinue reading >>