Poem: Alzheimer’s Perspective

This poem is unique because it's from the perspective of a fictitious person named John who has Alzheimer's. It is my hope and prayer that a cure is found in the near future for this disease. "Where did this checkered green gown come from?" "Why am I here? What is this place? Please help me,... Continue Reading →

Rusted Nail

"Dangit!" I stepped on a rusted nail now I need to go to urgent care jail. Waiting here to get my tetanus shot air conditioner not working--getting hot. But I will joyfully fight through this dread, considering that in the past, no vaccine would leave me dead. Thank you, thank you, modern medicine.

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