My problems are not fixable. I used to always believe that if life became untenable, one could just “run away.” If you’re really at the point of ending it, why not try escaping it, first? But now I see “no matter where you go, there you are.” My body has failed me. My health is unmanageable. Doctors have failed me. The entire medical profession has failed me (and yes, I know that sounds hyperbolic, but sometimes hyperbole is the only refuge).
A failed hysterectomy… a surgical “accident”… a booboo… an “uh oh, it slipped… shit happens…” has left my life in shambles, and as the problems […]