Private Chef, Writer & Podcaster
There’s something oddly powerful about hurling your emotional baggage into a river. Literally. This ancient-inspired ritual of stones, bells, and Sharpies might just be the weird yet wonderful soul detox we didn’t know we needed. It involves embracing your inner mystic, but don’t worry—no peyote buttons required. Curious yet? You should be.
A reader from Europe recently scolded me about the “slice-and-dice” American medical system—but as someone living with sarcoidosis, heart failure, and a knack for collecting diagnoses like airline miles, aggressive treatment is the reason I’m still breathing. Here’s what really happened, why “wait and see” nearly destroyed someone else’s life, and why I’ll take over-tested over overlooked any day.
Living with sarcoidosis already feels like starring in a medical drama I never auditioned for, so imagine my confusion when I got invited to join a “health care bloggers code of ethics” because someone mistook my personal chronic-illness ramblings for professional medical advice. This is what happens when a chef with a faulty immune system uses a heart-and-lung header graphic and the internet panics.
A heartfelt, humorous look at loving someone who stands by you through sarcoidosis, heart failure, and every medical plot twist life throws at you — a reminder that the strongest medicine is the person who refuses to let go.
Dealing with chronic illness is hard enough, but throw family dynamics, silent siblings, and a surprise heart failure diagnosis into the pot and watch the whole stew boil over. This honest, humorous look at navigating distance, disappointment, and sarcoidosis reminds you how choosing peace sometimes means choosing yourself.
Tate Basildon 