Float Like a Buttahfly – a Column by Kerry Wong

Oops, I did it again/ I fell on the floor/ I’m in so much pain/ (Oh baby, baby)/ Now my arm’s in a cast/ Let’s hope it’s the la-a-a-ast/ I’m not that confident (sigh).  Kerry is always coordinated, even with her cast. (Courtesy of Kerry Wong) That’s how that…

“What are you trying to do — fun me to death?” I asked my husband when he suggested another road trip this month. We’ve been making the most of our time together since he retired a few months ago, trying to do all the things he rarely had time for…

Have you ever read something and just said to yourself, “Yes. YES. Oh my God, yes. 100% yes. So much yes!”? Have you read something that made you feel gutted — both out of anger that anyone should be made to feel a certain way and sadness because you feel…

As I write this, my heart is racing. My head is pounding. I feel like my world is spinning so fast I can’t keep up. I’ve actually just gotten good news, but the anxiety that preceded it takes much longer to subside. I generally subscribe to the “hope for the…

One of the most stressful aspects of rare disease life is visiting a new doctor. You’d think we’d be used to it — after all, we do it often enough. But between the sheer volume of information we have to share and the limited time we have to share…

Years ago, I heard someone in the chronic illness community say they were “medically retired.” It was before I had fully accepted the idea of being disabled, and I thought it was the greatest euphemism I’d ever heard. Until recently, that’s how I described myself, too. But now that…

I think I need a Bubble Wrap suit. Yep — a full-sized, head-to-toe suit made of industrial-strength protective Bubble Wrap. That (not Obi-Wan) just might be my only hope. My medical records indicate that I’m a “fall risk.” As much as I hate seeing that, I get it. I fall…

Early on in my chronic illness journey, before I knew I had sarcoidosis, I was struggling. I desperately sought answers about what was happening to me, not only physically, but also in other ways, like what my life would look like moving forward, how much of it I’d lose,…

Call me naive. For years, I never understood why my cousin posted the time on Facebook every afternoon. I thought the Doobie Brothers were just a musical family, like the Pointer Sisters or the Jonas Brothers. (They weren’t.) My husband often teases that I grew up “under a…

I think I’m the least prepared I’ve ever been for Sarcoidosis Awareness Month. Or perhaps I’m the least busy I’ve been on these occasions. I know a lack of preparedness and a lack of busyness aren’t the same, but something in my head makes them both feel like a…