We walked into the brunt light, towards the hospital.
The air was dry, February-cold. Traffic was going about its business. Mostly we kept our eyes on the pavement in front of us. 314 more words
Living my life with Lymphoma.
My mother had a routine appointment with her Neurologist in February for a recheck. I was convinced that she would score at the next level of impairment since I’d seen a general decline in memory and cognitive functioning. 717 more words