My Disease is Like the Crippled U.S. Care Economy — Invisibly Eating Away at Our Ability to Thrive

It was inevitable. Looking back at the evidence — the undisclosed family history, the crooked and oversized knuckles attached to my grandmother’s petite hands as she reached out for mine, symptoms slowly coming and going like waves rushing over my body — I should have, could have, anticipated it. But, alas, I did not.