Brush with death . . .

Brush with death . . .

April 15,  2003.  The first doctor we consulted after my collapse thought that I had heavy metal poisoning.  He prescribed a series of chelation therapy treatments.    April 15th was my first treatment.  Rick and I were excited; maybe this would help. I arrived at the doctor’s office and I was hooked up to an IV.  I sat there for four…
Truly Alive, Fully Awake

Truly Alive, Fully Awake

In February of this year, I began a new habit of working out on the bike trainer, which is down in our sun room.  It was late afternoon on a Sunday and I was in the midst of my second workout on the bike.  It was brutal.  I felt sluggish.  I decided that I might not be able to maintain…
Exposing the illusion of barriers.

Exposing the illusion of barriers.

"Fears, like barriers, are often an illusion." -- Michael Jordan, Hall-of-Fame Acceptance Speech I find it thrilling when I break through some self-imposed barrier.  Not only is that rewarding, but it almost always opens up a new possibility.   I was out cross-country skiing today and it was a bit brutal!  We are in the midst of a winter storm,…
Learning to cherish what I have

Learning to cherish what I have

It’s amazing how we don’t always truly cherish – not just appreciate – what we have. Two years into my illness, having spent most of those days in bed, I had gained weight and lost a lot of strength.  This was difficult for me.  I was accustomed to being a nice size 4 (never mind that I essentially had to…
Close call that changes it all . . .

Close call that changes it all . . .

Ten years ago today, I woke up, tired.  Again.  With my usual self-recriminations I told myself to quit being such a baby.  Lots of people get tired.  I made it into the master bathroom and pulled the kitchen stool that I had commandeered months earlier, over to the bathroom sink to begin the process of brushing my teeth.  A few…