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The irony has never been lost on me that my genetic disease which causes depression also keeps the scars that cover my arms from ever disappearing.
The irony has never been lost on me that my genetic disease which causes depression also keeps the scars that cover my arms from ever disappearing.
I was diagnosed with PCOS yesterday and instead of being sad about my potential infertility, I rejoiced in the fact that I'm not diabetic and can have a family regardless of my crappy ovaries.
Finding out that it's diverticulitis, not stomach cancer, is only a small relief, as my favorite foods are now off limits.
Three-and-a-half months after giving birth to the baby I never thought I could have, I was in the hospital wondering if I would live to hear her first words.
The day my grandfather was diagnosed as HIV positive was the day my mother found out she was pregnant with me.
The disease stole her health, her friends, her family, her money, but the sunrise was still beautiful.