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.
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.
Living with heart failure and sarcoidosis means juggling defibrillators, dark humor, and the calm certainty that hospital staff really should know your final wishes before things get dramatic. This honest, witty look at advanced directives, chronic illness planning, and medical chaos reminds readers why self-advocacy matters—and why humor still wins.
Some summers slap you with sunshine, and others hit you with the reality of chronic illness, sarcoidosis, and that rebellious heart that never reads the room. This is the story of one overly ambitious chef who pushed too hard, paid for it immediately, and finally had to accept the uncomfortable truth: the “old me” isn’t coming back, but the new me deserves just as much care—ideally before collapsing into a lounge chair like a wilted basil leaf.
Tate Basildon 