health

Simcha and Guilt

Somewhere between closing the metaphorical door of any traumatic situation and getting sucked into the constant vortex of pain and victimhood, there’s a middle place of relative contentment.  Of just understanding that it is what it is.

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The Power of a Cape

The night before the procedure, I didn’t sleep. I googled my symptoms and like any decent Dr. Google consultation, confirmed the worst. At 3:30AM, though, annoyed with sitting around, I went into my closet and packed up my bag for the next day. A book. My phone charger. Socks. And then, right there, sitting on a shelf as if it somehow knew, was my long, lost cape.

Twelve Days to Live

It turns out that I have around twelve more days to live. This was my final assessment after going online to research the symptoms that started plaguing me almost immediately after wading in some stagnant water. Stiff neck, headache, fever…. Read More ›