Neurological Conditions

In some weird, metaphysical way—I always knew I was going to get MDDS, or Mal de débarquement syndrome. Since I was a kid, I hated things that made me dizzy or made me move in a funny way. …

Like leather in the sun, love can crack and fade with time. The story begins with two High School kids. They were young friends first, then they were lovers. Henry was funny, talented, and poor as dirt. Donna and Henry had years of friendship. They shared a dream for the…

I don’t know about you, but my go-to over-the-counter pain reliever has always been whatever is in the medicine cabinet. …

Today might be a day of pranks and tomfoolery, but multiple sclerosis is no joke. Instead of reaching for fool’s gold today, educate yourself about the MonSter. Letters to the MonSter: What I've Learned and Continue to Learn About Multiple Sclerosis Letters to the MonSter: What I've Learned and Continue to Learn About Multiple Sclerosis [McCombs, Lisa A] on…www.amazon.com I’m not tooting my own horn. Here’s what reviewers say:

Peter had recently celebrated his 18th birthday and was excited for what the rest of the year held for him. Little did he know that his life would be changed in a few short weeks. One day, while at the doctor’s office, Peter was given the shock of a lifetime…

Different kinds of neurologic problems often go unnoticed because we don't “see” them until someone else does. Suppose you were a famous person and you met hundreds of people each month, some of them in business, some in personal relationships. Imagine that you suddenly couldn't recognize someone you had worked…

Learning to live with the debilitating effects of COVID-19. — It started like many other illnesses. A scratchy throat. Creeping fatigue. A little heat in the cheeks. But something — still can’t tell you exactly what — was different. I knew it was COVID. I left my private hair studio and went home to tell my husband my suspicions. Although…

I couldn’t walk. I was a mile away from home, stranded on the side of a busy street with no means of transportation, and I couldn’t walk. My brain wouldn’t let me. I sat in what little shade I could find, violently aware of every car that passed, every stare…

If we can’t be cured, we can at least be heard — This article has been percolating at the back of my mind for many months now, but I didn’t want to write it because I generally prefer to keep my content upbeat, positive, and helpful. …