more than you wanted to know…
I started writing because I was afraid of how easily thoughts would disappear. Not the important—but the small ones. How light shifts when I leave a room. The sound of a page turning in the night.
Small observations. They don’t ask to be understood. Only to be recorded and maybe read, slowly.
— Lucía M.
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≻: My final post.
Without some kind of miracle, this is likely my last post. I am at Maine Medical center. My oxygen at 83, on 6 liters; my…
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≻: New Wheelchair
I am at dialysis and my brand new electric wheelchair has been delivered to my house. I am excited and n nervous at once. I…
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Breathe!
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≻: Breathe!One of the things I am dealing right now is shortness of breath. I feel like I cannot get enough air in, despite the fact…
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