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Do These 3 Things to Enjoy the Holidays with Chronic Illness

  Updated November 20, 2021 There are just a few days left before the Big Day and it’s crunch time. Crunch and well, panic. When you have a chronic illness and limited energy and ability, it’s even more of a challenge. Everything seems overwhelming, the lists keep growing instead of shrinking, and the specter of…

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10 Perfect Gifts for People with Chronic Illness

Updated November 20, 2021 People with chronic illness are just like anyone else — they have a variety of interests and passions that you can consider when planning a present. But choosing a gift that shows you understand and support their health challenges can mean so much. Here are 10 perfect gift ideas for your…

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8 Practical Ways You Can Help Someone with Chronic Illness

When you have a chronic illness, asking for help can feel like a mine field. Likewise, if you want to help someone you care about who has a chronic illness, offering it has its own challenges. But finding a way to help and accept help can start to build bridges of understanding, of connection, and…

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What We Need From Others When We’re in Pain

Image description: rear view of two women sitting on a bench by a harbour. One woman is resting her head on the other’s shoulder. Pain is invisible. Which makes it hard to explain, and difficult for others to understand. I talked to the chronic pain community on Twitter and Facebook and they shared what they…

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“Because of you, the sun shines brightly here.” That’s a quote from last year’s blogiversary post, posted exactly a year ago today. In it, I wrote about the amazing improvement it won’t take me 10 years to get back to normal in my health, strength, and stamina in the 10 years I had been blogging….

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Cherry Jelly and Other Christmas Disasters

It all started with the cherries. Photo by Janne Andersen We should have known this was an omen. Instead, we saw it as the perfect opportunity to say “you f*cked up again, mom,” laugh, and move on. Until it was time to make the ris a la mande. Which is not supposed to be mushy,…

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The Walk to Fight Arthritis: Making a Bad Day Good

I’d committed to doing the 5K in the Walkto Fight Arthritis this past Sunday and was very much looking forward to it. There was no reason to believe that I wouldn’t be able to do it — in the last year, I’ve wandered around various areas of the city for 5 km or more on…

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No Child of My Own

Last week’s excellent CreakyChat on family planning and rheumatic diseases brought up some memories. I remember the moment I decided not to have children of my own. My mother is pushing my manual chair through the old part of Rigshospitalet, the hospital where I spent several years waiting for hip replacements. The hospital where I…

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Tinks, Bubblewrap, and a Birthday

It’s April. How did it get to be April?? I must’ve blinked… April means Easter and Easter means a visit by the Tinks. This year, it also meant celebrating my mother’s birthday. Well, the first celebration. We are waiting with the grand shindig for when she is fully recovered from her hip replacement surgery.  Instead,…

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Happy Big Birthday, Mor!

I’m a lucky woman for many reasons and one of them is that mor is not just my mother, but my friend, too. Which is not to say that her friendship has been more important than her mothering. In fact, I think she’s pretty much the perfect mother. Even when I was little, she encouraged…

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Christmas, Tinksmas, and a Dog

Well, hi there! Remember me? I’ve woefully neglected the blog for the better part of two weeks while immersed in making Something Special, which I can’t talk about quite yet. Stay tuned! In between the “making Something Special,” Christmas happened and it was a wonderful break from working. The weather cooperated, which after last winter…

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Kurt

My mother has two brothers and a sister. They were born in two teams of two, the two oldest, Poul and Lissie, born about 10 years before my mother and Kurt. Kurt was the baby of the family, five years younger than my mother, and true to form of the youngest child, got in a…

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