HeyJaredThe Disabled Crone: Living life on the fringes
I’m a sixty something woman who likes to talk about living with multiple, disabling, chronic illnesses in a pandemic and these politically troubled times. Also throw in the occasional fiction piece for good measure.
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What it’s like to be masking in 2026 (opens the original)
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I bought a new mobility aid (opens the original)
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Anyone with disabling chronic illnesses will tell you it isn’t easy. In fact, it can be downright difficult.Waking up feeling like you’ve gotten hit by a truck and dragged a couple of miles, even though you slept for ten hours.Never feeling well.Trying to figure out if you can do whatever small thing you planned today.Having to dissect every invitation to determine if you can attend at all and knowing you might have to cancel irregardless if your body isn’t cooperating that day.Knowing that toda
Hope is a Double-Edged Sword (opens the original)
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Before chronic illness and disability, I was full of hope. For myself, for my friends, for my family, for the world.Rarely was that fully tested. Things would go wrong, as they are wont to do, (best laid plans and all that jazz) but long time goals still got met, options would always turn up, and life would trundle on its path unhindered.I wrote this a few years back:None could withstand the power of Hope. The sun caressing her bronze shield blinded her enemies as she rode. Her pure white steed
Winter is coming. (opens the original)
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The golden light of late August is sending signals I can’t ignore. The trilling songs of tiny birds are diminishing every day as they depart these shores for warmer climes. Seagulls are congregating again and the honks of Canada Geese as they fly over fills the air. Fewer blooms brighten the landscape. Soon, the colours of fall will prevail, adding a brief blast of red, gold, and orange before settling into greys until next spring revives it all.With summer coming to a close, I can feel my syste
Ten Years of Disability (opens the original)
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I’ve started and stopped this article so many times, I can’t even count them. August 25th is around the corner, and it marks ten years since the incident that triggered two disabling chronic illnesses (Complex Regional Pain Syndrome immediately and ME/CFS some undetermined date afterwards). Ten years. One decade. Three thousand, six hundred, and fifty-two days.Wow.My head hurts just thinking about it.It’s tempting to look back and compare. But I don’t want to do that. I’ve spent so long dealing
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