On this final day in England, Indian food in my belly while staring out into the garden, I am situated in a recliner with a bandage on my neck, plasters around my fingers, cotton gloves on my hands, and am properly greased up like a fresh Tin Man. I’ve even got the heather grey sweater… Continue reading White Flag
This is an important letter written by ITSAN. They need your help. We would be nowhere without this nonprofit. The Future of ITSAN is at Risk for 2019! Dear TSW family, We at ITSAN have been working really hard this past year to break through the resistance to TSW in the medical community – to… Continue reading Help ITSAN
The weeks have been blurred and have been running by so quickly because of work. I am putting both week 4 + 5 together. My hip does not hurt as much anymore, but I am still careful of how much I am doing to it. I am slowly starting to rehab it into being back… Continue reading Week 4 + 5 (Stem Cell)
This is super late, my apologies, but life has been hectic. I am 3.5 weeks out of having the stem cell infusions at the IMAC center in St. Louis. I have still not seen any progress in my skin. It’s discouraging, but that’s how it goes. Perhaps that means I could have an internal issue… Continue reading Week 3 (Stem Cells)
It has been 2 weeks now since my stem cell infusion into my hip and arm. My hip is still sadly sore. I haven’t been able to rest it a lot in the sense of not moving around a lot since I do teach dance at school, but I have been mindful of not doing… Continue reading Week 2 Update (Stem cells)
It has been officially one week since my stem cell infusions. I had one into my hip, and one into my arm. My hip is still a bit sore. I wasn’t anticipating this, but I am a dance teacher and do have to move around a lot. I am trying my best to not jump… Continue reading Week 1 Update (Stem Cells)
4 years. 209 weeks. 1,462 days. of loss. of confusion. of fear. of battle scars. of thunderous, terrifying purpose. Looking back to Day 1, when hopes were high and knowledge was scarce, it is miraculous to see how far this journey has taken me. I am not the same person. Sometimes that makes me sad… Continue reading 4 Years
It’s almost compulsory for a writer to reflect on their past and contemplate who they are, how they’ve grown, and what they predict for the future/what troubles they can exonerate from entering the new year. We look to a non-existent compass because no one has all the answers. Life is not a straightforward path, nor… Continue reading Only in Tennis
“Miss, are you you sick?” “Yes, I am.” “I can tell because your neck is red.” I didn’t have the energy or, quite frankly, composure to tell an 11-year-old student that my obnoxious cold has nothing to do with why I’m a red, blotchy disaster. At 44 months T.S.W. and succumbing to the plague that… Continue reading The Threadless Labyrinth
I’ve had cabin fever for months now. Every so often, I get to venture out, but for the most part, I was secluded in my home working on the documentary (I’ll make an update video soon). I was looking forward to getting back into my old job of subbing — not because it’s my passion,… Continue reading Use Warm Water
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