As My Joints Turn: my autoimmune soap opera
Autoimmune Arthritis isn't the end of the world, it's just another way of living in the world.
Words I have dreaded speaking, let alone writing: my mother has died. It was peaceful, or at least as peaceful as something so heartbreaking can be. She was surrounded by family throughout the day, loved fiercely until the very end. And then, in a quiet moment when it was just my cousin Tracy and me... Continue Reading →
My therapist said to write instead of buying fancy purses to mask coping skills. So here I go: I placed my mom on hospice care because transporting her back and forth to doctors had become harder on her than the actual medical care she received once we got there. The reward simply wasn’t worth the... Continue Reading →
As My Joints Turn: my autoimmune soap opera 