On Wednesday, a new recliner arrived at our home via UPS. Believe it or not, I have not had a recliner in my home since
I had to bring the walker back out today. It’s frustrating, but kind of expected. I’ve taken another step towards coming of the dexamethasone—down from one
I’ve had a difficult time getting to sleep the past couple of nights. I can’t really put my finger on just why; it’s just a general sense
These are the MRI reports my primary physician had in-hand when she broke the news to me on February 3, 2017 at 1:30 p.m. that I had a brain tumor.
At Christmas, my mom cut my hair for me. Something about sitting in a chair while someone combs out my tangles switches my confessional switch.