The Art of Trusting
Oh we’ve got to trustone another againin some essentials. Not the narrow littlebargaining trustthat says: I’m for youif you’ll be …
Oh we’ve got to trustone another againin some essentials. Not the narrow littlebargaining trustthat says: I’m for youif you’ll be …
There’s a certain Slant of light,Winter Afternoons –That oppresses, like the HeftOf Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us …
I was sure I was just being a “drama queen”. After a year of medical stability, I had obviously lost my perspective and was no longer able to distinguish run-of-the-mill muscular pain from a true medical emergency.
The neurologist’s words reverberated around my brain like a bomb. “You aren’t weak; you are just fatigued. IVIGs don’t make you stronger; they just give you more energy.”
Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wellsPumping in my living …
The young woman who sat down next to me chatted away cheerfully with her nurses. The majority of people around me were usually being treated for various cancers and tended to be quiet and subdued.