March 6th is World Lymphedema Day. Many of the Three Million plus throughout the world do celebrate the day, grateful that they are alive and more grateful that they have compression that keeps the disease at bay. Many of us have what is hyped as “body dysmorphia”. I think that’s the term. This is when your legs are so full of water they are pockets and they bunch up to your torso on uneven section until they weigh roughly maybe 30 liters or more into themselves.

Number 47 I would have been the 47th statistic in the Canterbury Rehabilitation Center and Nursing Facility in Henrico, Virginia if I became a resident as I had planned. COVID-19 and a severe lack of care for these patients killed them. There was one nurse/aide caring for forty people during…

Today is New Year’s Day, 2023. Wow! I’m watching the morning news programs just like I do every Sunday, even though it is New Year’s. The talk is of Congressman-elect George Santos, of New York’s Third District in Queens. So many untruths! Where do I start? Why didn’t the media…

An Update from the Bitchy Cripple I’m Crippled and probably for the rest of my days and yeah, it will be one slow decline… going down. But I will enjoy myself. I have a sign in my house hanging in my kitchen, “Life is What Happens to you when you’re…

National Caregivers Day, February. 21st Today is National Caregivers Day. There is a report out that our caregivers often become sicker than we are because of the stress of taking care of a household, working at a job, taking care of us. It is so unfair to them! I need…

I am a Bitchy Cripple and I intend to do something about it. First, I will share a Facebook post with my peep posse who followed the progress of my back surgery, which in all was a three year process: Facebook post, November 16, 2017 (six months and eight days…

An Essay “Music and my Father” If you asked me, "Abbe, what do you enjoy about your life?", of course, I would say my home life, my family, my spouse, my son, my dog, I can't complain. But, if you looked me right in the eye and asked me, what…