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…

In the Retelling: Healing through Story

I notice myself telling the story again and again: “I was really sick this summer.  I lost 20 pounds in about a week.”  I don’t say it to be dramatic.  I am not looking for some kind of pity or even sympathy.  After hearing this come out of my mouth over and over, and being…