The Eternal Asterisk of Chronic Illness
“Join us for dinner, I feel like cooking.”* “Yes, get me a ticket for the baseball game.”* “See you at yoga tomorrow.”* *unless I’m too pained, dizzy or nauseated to do so For about 10 years, this was the pattern whenever I’d make plans: My excitement would build as the dinner/concert/play/party approached. I’d spend the…
