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 →

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 →

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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