Staring out my window, I could see the world covered in a glistening blanket of snow. I was warm and comfortable in a nest of blankets, but I longed to be outside. I was too sick to go out. It had been two weeks since I had stepped past the threshold of the…

“Don’t compare crosses. Don’t judge other people’s crosses. We all have our own crosses to bear.” The above statement came from a friend who has Mylenoma. He is always sharing wise, insightful, and truthful thoughts and sayings. I am part of a support group on Facebook for people who are chronically ill. Every…

I look at myself in the mirror. Desperate eyes. Those are my desperate eyes. My face looks . . . old. The skin of my face is rough and blotchy. My arms are different shades of yellow and red. I can see my ribs through the skin of my chest. My bones rub…