Three Years With A Home

In spite of the fact I was living with no running water and only the sparsely-available electricity of a small solar panel in a fifth-wheel I called ‘home’ with a husband as temporary as the broken-down RV, I applied to Southern New Hampshire University...

Waiting for a Home I Can Use

The reality of living in the Pacific Northwest as a disabled person during a housing crisis In October 2018, the day before my 52nd birthday, my doctor prescribed a power chair for my worsening disabilities related to my exposure to the antibiotic, Levaquin. I live in a low-income apartment complex in Olympia, Washington. They have a little blue... Continue Reading →

Everyone Covered Their Lips, Now I Can’t Hear

This virus came as the 30th anniversary of the Americans for Disabilities Act began and it has highlighted our FAILED inclusion of people with disabilities as well as our utter failure to educate our population that being different is okay and should NOT BE FATAL.

I Was Addicted to Milk

For weeks we worked with my physicians to discover that although my swallow reflex was completely intact, I could no longer feel that area of my throat, which caused me to panic.

Owning My Stripes

For most of her life, she had experienced pain. Pain that other people said couldn't exist.

Diagnosis: Zebra

After lifetimes of confusing medical problems, an answer is now clear for many "When you hear hoofprints, think horses." That is what doctors in training are taught. Physicians are specifically trained not to think outside of the diagnostic box, then are confused as to why people with rare issues often do not get diagnosed until they have... Continue Reading →

The Ink in Our Veins

When I entered the family history center that stormy April afternoon, I had one thing on my mind; I had never seen a photo of my father’s father.  I was 46 and I had never seen my grandfather’s face. I typed his name into the search bar on the site, Newspapers.com, “George R. Slighte,” the results came back instantly.

These Antibiotics are Killing People Every Day

Do you read the paperwork that is handed to you by your pharmacy when you get a new prescription?

A Power Chair Gave Me Back My Life

Walking hurt, so I stopped walking. When it stopped hurting as much, the pain was replaced with neuropathy and when I walked, I began falling. The day before my 52nd birthday, a powerchair was prescribed. I waited with bated breath for the freedom that it offered.

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