Each year, my list of acquaintances whittles down, my “good” days fewer and fewer, my pills piling up.
On Being Ill
Abby Norman
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How well I understand. I am so sorry you have to go through this hell, especially at such a young age. After all you’ve been through with your childhood, it seems especially cruel that you now have this horrendous chronic illness as an adult. I can relate in many ways.

I love your writing and think of you often with wild wishes that there will soon be a medical breakthrough that will help take your pain away.