“When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.” – Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
HealthAlliance’s mandate to treat everyone who walks through its doors means its emergency room often has to tend to persons not suffering an acute health crisis but, rather, dealing with a complicated mix of homelessness, mental illness and substance abuse, with some patients clocking over 100 visits a year.
Alan Alda says, “Doorways are where the truth is told.” At some point, we all find ourselves in the doorway from this earthly plane to the next. Some of us are closer than others.
t#16: When I have a smooth customer service transaction, I never take it for granted and ask to speak to the supervisor to report it.
This interior glimpse will yield two words that I wish were different: progression and swelling. My tumors are squatters, sprawled out, feet up on the table, defiant, undaunted by previous attempts to evict them.
“She died,” I heard three different times this month. Now, I know I will die from my disease. What I did not realize was the number of friends I would lose along the way to Stage IV metastatic breast cancer, including most recently Charlotte, Maureen and Brooke.
I see parallels between this Slacker Pie Crust recipe and my odyssey with cancer.
People say that it’s what’s on the inside that counts. In my cancer world, these MRIs are one way doctors actually “count” my insides.
I hate clock-time. I love life-time.
May 1 & 2: Two of the Democratic candidates for the party’s nomination to take on incumbent Republican John Faso for the 19th New York Congressional District’s seat have set upcoming forums in Kingston about healthcare.