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…
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…