Getting the Prescription Filled
Seventeen years ago, my fingers hurt so much that I couldn’t button my shirt or pick up my grandbabies. A rheumatologist diagnosed it as osteoarthritis, a chronic disease that, she said, could only be maintained (not healed) via drugs. She prescribed Vioxx. My husband said to me as we drove home, “Now we know the…
We Can No Longer Just Watch and Wait
This isn’t typical of my usual daily posts in a story-line format because I sense a greater call today. I don’t “grandstand” too often. I fly under the radar when it comes to most political and public controversies. But my heart just won’t let me be silent when it comes to the abortion atrocities and…