Sweet hints of hazelnut to remember The last time I broke it open 3.... 2... 1
After I got my diagnosis, I automatically started to apply what I knew, to ask questions, to better understand. You might not believe it, but we're still so far behind in terms of information.
I understand mental health is a big issue in today's society, but what happens when the mental health of the provider is at stake here. What should we do?
I've been noticing for some time now how all of my rock gods are getting noticeably older. The Rolling Stones and the surviving Beatles are in their 80s, Kiss and Queen are in their 70s now, Mötley...
At the time of this blog being published, I will be in route to Mexico in preparation for my weight loss surgery! ...It was finally time to put my health first and put my full faith in God!
What do you do when the life you want so desperately to forget collides with the life you've created? You feel.
Many may be able to relate that diagnosis day is rarely filled with happy memories. As time goes on, we cope and come to terms with our diagnosis and live out our bad ass lives, but there's still always that reminder.
Mother's Day is never easy for me, because I don't have a relationship with my mother. She's not deceased, I just don't have a relationship with her, never really have to be honest.
Becoming a nurse taught me how to live with HIV.
Today I got the call that I have been not wanting to receive. I have known that my father has Alzheimer's, Dementia, and Parkinson's since May of 2020. It's been hard to make decisions for the person who I have felt caused me so much hurt.