Each of us, at some time in our life, is confronted with the dilemma that brought me a lot of anxiety this past week: telling a loved one some news that we know will likely cause them discomfort, in the least stressful way we can manage. Whether the topic is revealing sexual orientation, a marriage that has inexplicably fallen apart, a drug addiction, an unplanned pregnancy, or (as in my case) a potentially debilitating disease, all we really want is to get the confrontation over with as quickly as possible, hopefully get our loved ones’ support, and then move on. These moments of revelation are significant; they serve as the event that defines a “before” and “after” phase of life. Once the news is told, we know that going back to the “before” life is forever impossible. Continue reading
In the morning, I will be “going home” to Ohio. I used to think that I was the only self-sufficient, home-owning, bone-fide adult who still refers to visiting with my parents as “going home”. But I’ve since learned that I am not alone. Continue reading
This past week marks two sad moments in history: Challenger and Columbia. Ironically, I was an eye-witness to both of these terrible shuttle tragedies, and the memories of each day are as crystal clear in my mind as the day that they happened.
I was an undergraduate at an engineering school located on Florida’s Space Coast in on January 28, 1986. Continue reading
Well, all of the results from the blood tests are in, much faster than I had expected. Below is the verdict: Continue reading
… make a diagnosis? (My title here was a weak attempt at humor, making a play on the “How many PhD’s does it take to change a lightbulb” joke. Yeah, I know, don’t quit my day job to become a comedian just yet).
In the past 2 weeks, I will have or will soon be seeing no less than 4 specialists related to the field of neurology, in addition to my “primary” neurologist. Continue reading