I was doing it wrong, and I knew it. It was one year ago today, my mom had just died, but I wasn't crying. "Something's wrong with me," I confided, oh so quietly, to those closest to me, a week later. They assured me there was no right way, no wrong way, to grieve. That… Continue reading On Mourning
My mother said to me the other day that my brother can't seem to wrap his mind around the concept that I'm really sick and there's really very little that can be done about it. He seems to still think that "if I only went to better doctors or the right hospital, they could figure… Continue reading We Know the Enemy, or ME/CFS/FMS Explained Again.