HUMIRA, or, my choiceless choice

I sat in the nurse practitioner’s office knowing that the results of my colonscopy were not going to be good.  I had been vaguely conscious toward the end of the procedure, and heard the doctor comment that he wanted her to see these results, that the inflammation was bad.  I didn’t remember much of this…

Riot of Spring

When last I posted, it was the dead of winter–grey some days, bright others, but the days were short and the darkness long.  Now, the days are nearing their longest, and while the sun still alternates heartily with rain, we are beginning to see the summer’s color and blooms begin. The birds are singing and…