The Nurse That Understands

‘Those glasses are too good for you…’ I grinned.  How could my Tysabri nurse know me so well?  It had been a thought for a while.  I had peered all around the problem and tried to knead it into shape. ‘I’ll grow into them,’ I said. And I did.   I properly love my Tysabri…

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Birthday Reflection

Growing older is tough to take, but it has been the most joyful experience of my life.  Granted, the degenerative nature of my illness counts against me.  But every year I move up the age-scale, I detach more from with the mechanisms consumerist society uses to pitch us against each other to create a demand…

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