Category: Medicine Meets Art

I’ve tried really hard but I’ve had my fill today, I’d like to give my body back. I’ve been a good patient and met it halfway, but it’s given me a hard smack.  Each blink is gritty, my vision blurry, my eyes under attack. A deep breath in, diaphragm expanding, I tried to cut it…

Over the years, I’ve experienced and witnessed some intense and powerful grief. The kind of grief that can command all of your consciousness, monopolize time and put a tight grip onto an unrealistic perspective. Grief for my healing body and what it used to be. Grief for tragic loss of friendship, grief for love ones…