finding balance

If we don't speak up about what we are dealing with regarding treatment side effects (or whatever it is), who will know? Who will listen? Who will care? And how will things ever improve for those who come after us?

Si no hablamos de lo que estamos enfrentando en cuanto a los efectos secundarios del tratamiento (o lo que sea), ¿quién lo sabrá? ¿Quién escuchará? ¿A quién le importará? Y ¿cómo van a mejorar las cosas para las personas que vendrán después de nosotras?

Que consumo en ayunas con mis 51 años y como sobreviviente del #vih de 36 años

What do I consume in the a.m. as a 51 year old and a long term survivor of #hiv for 36 years and undetectable

Sweet hints of hazelnut to remember The last time I broke it open 3.... 2... 1

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 know I'm not that old; I'm only 51. I'll be 52 in July, but still I can't help but start thinking about what my legacy will be. How will I be remembered when I'm gone?

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.