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Idols of March
March did not feel like a month this time.
It felt like a changing of the guard.
Not loud.
Not cinematic.
Not a clean before and after.
Just a quiet shift in authority.
Sitting at the Table with an Empty Plate
I used to say cirrhosis was the club nobody wants to be in.
And over time, I realized that's only half true.
Because the funny thing about cirrhosis is that it's actually a club almost anyone could join.
Not medically.
Socially.
Nobody has to get chemotherapy to stand beside a cancer patient.
Nobody has to undergo surgery to support someone recovering from surgery.
But cirrhosis asks for something much stranger.
It asks people to participate in restraint.
Still? …ness
But for me, April was stillness.
Not peaceful stillness. The kind that hums. The kind that waits.
Waiting on results. Waiting on answers. Waiting on interviews. Waiting on some version of news always haunting the horizon.
That is one of the strangest parts of living with cirrhosis. The disease is always waiting. Waiting to progress. Waiting to stabilize. Waiting to surprise you. Waiting to see what your body does next.
And somehow, it makes you wait with it.