“The Pain That Never Stops,” elicited several helpful responses from readers who shared their experiences in dealing with neuropathic pain. But some readers contacted me after reading the article and reported using different drugs than those mentioned.
If this is not proof of failure of our health care system, I don’t know what is.
When the problem is soul-deep — I am to blame, I got what I deserved — it feels like there is no escape.
Now that we officially have a newly elected president, I want to look back to our departing POTUS and recount some of what I will miss about the man I voted for, twice.
I believe we all possess an innate ability to adapt and survive, but we only discover this latent potential when confronted with personal tragedy and long odds.
My lifelong voting record is a testament to the sanctity of our freedom to choose the candidate that each of us favors.
For more than 50 years I wore a condom catheter and leg bag every hour, every day and night. Now I go without, with confidence.
How do we uproot and destroy a negative view of an entire class of people that has been entrenched in the human psyche for millennia?
“No,” I said. “I will not stay and I will not wait another minute. I am out of here.” I called my wife, told her to pick me up and discharged myself.