Chronic Illness, Horror, journalism, Medical, Multiple Sclerosis, NonFiction, Psychology, writing

Trauma Institucional: Holocausto de las Américas

  Llamaremos a nuestra protagonista Rosa. Pero Rosa no es ficticia, es una persona real. Rosa estaba descansando en su casa, viendo la televisión, y esperando la oportunidad de llegar a su médico para obtener una referencia para conseguir una cama en un buen hospital. Ella tenía una cama sólo si su médico respondió. Rosa… Continue reading Trauma Institucional: Holocausto de las Américas

Chronic Illness, NonFiction, Psychology, writing

There was an Old Woman Named Sarah

I remember Sarah. I find it hard to stay in the now with my writing. Now is weaving down the hall like a drunk—plunking away at the keyboard with two fingers. But I remember Sarah. She was my best friend’s mother. At 84, and living in assisted living, she was a bright spot in my… Continue reading There was an Old Woman Named Sarah

Chronic Illness, Medical

Killer Drugs (Drogas Asesinas)

  There are plenty of street drugs that can kill, but what about prescription meds? More and more drugs cause medical consequences endured by people who take them. More doctors are prescribing meds for off-label uses, resulting in complications not revealed to the patient. I give you my travels through the prescription drug realm. As… Continue reading Killer Drugs (Drogas Asesinas)

Chronic Illness, Multiple Sclerosis, NonFiction, Psychology

My Journey With Multiple Sclerosis

I woke up this morning, and my right hand was completely dead. I mean like this dead tumor hanging off the end of my arm. Like a skin tag. No feeling—no sensation—and my mind was screaming something about writing. How am I going to write?  The only way I could tell that I had my right hand is I… Continue reading My Journey With Multiple Sclerosis

Chronic Illness, Medical

Beverly Hospital

Institutional Trauma: America's Holocaust   We’ll call our protagonist Rosa. But Rosa is not fictional—she is a real person. Rosa was resting in her home, watching television, and waiting for the opportunity to reach her doctor in order to obtain a referral to get a bed in a good hospital. She had a bed only if her doctor responded.… Continue reading Beverly Hospital