Spinal replacement.  The words seem so innocent, so procedural.  Yet the reality of slicing meat from the bone with nerves cut and resown give a description resolute to invoke images of burning agony. If this were the least of my…

Please, my fingers, just let me keep my fingers.  It is an amazing plea to a cold unfeeling disease.  I never quiet thought about the prospects of losing a limb.  However now, I find myself tormented by the idea of…

I haven’t questioned my bones enough.  Laid bare where once flesh laid now stained red, dyed and clothed in a thin fabric of tethered tissue.  Though not quiet white, their cleanness peaks through this mess of decay.  Yet the little…

Failure, procedure, and failure.  As long as I toiled with this cure turned disease that has ravaged all our remains, I have yet to discover a supply adequate to cut out this syndrome from our bodies.  It traps us inside…