While we are all faced with a finite number of days left to live, most of us have no idea exactly how many.
This essay was originally published by TalkPoverty and republished by CommonDreams. I haven't been able to get out of bed on my own in nearly two years—and I’m only 28 years old. For more than a year I was unable to speak, sit up, or eat solid food. In June 2015, first responders wheeled me... Continue Reading →
Progressing toward standing and getting out of bed again has been one of the hardest things I've ever done -- harder than deadlifting three times my body weight.
*Disclaimer: the following is a post featuring my opinions and research I've done. I'm not a medical professional or any kind of professional. Well, I'm really good at blankly staring off in the distance. Does that count? I recently came across an AP news report on IV "bars," and how seemingly healthy people use them... Continue Reading →
What ensued over the following weeks was both further regression of my speaking abilities and a frantic search for methods of nonverbal communication to ensure my needs were met.
Lately, I've been trying to sit-up without help at least once a day. Some days it's just not possible, but on good days I've been able to pivot my body and hang my legs off the bed. Because it is on risers, however, my feet cannot touch the ground and I have to use the... Continue Reading →
My head has been attached to a pillow for the last two years. Now, as I write these words my head is at last detached -- bobbing around like a boat gently swaying in a harbor slip. Less eloquently put, my head feels like it's had way too much to drink and is stumbling around... Continue Reading →
Lately I've been posting more infrequently because, guess what? I have cold. Another one. Now, I know there's just about nothing worse than someone complaining about being sick, so I'll try to keep the whining to a minimum. This is the second time I've been sick in three months. And by "sick," I mean sick... Continue Reading →
The pursuit of something more in life as a broad picture, and in the moment, seems to be something engrained in human DNA. I don't like to speak for others, but in general, I think that wanting something more is not uncommon. I've always been a person to feel this way. This drive and motivation... Continue Reading →