Private Chef, Writer & Podcaster
Living with heart failure and sarcoidosis means my heart sometimes behaves like an untrained sous-chef—dropping beats, burning the sauce, and sending everyone into panic mode. After a surprise fibrillation episode, some extra beats, and a cardiologist who ambushed me with a flu shot before I could protest, I’m trying to stay calm, breathe, and avoid yet another hospital stay.
Someone decided my take on living with sarcoidosis was “too upbeat,” like I’m out here harmonizing with woodland creatures while my body runs a nonstop group project I didn’t sign up for. But if you’ve ever tried to stay afloat in chronic illness while strangers critique your coping skills, you already know the real story isn’t about pretending—it’s about refusing to let misery run the whole kitchen…
Living with chronic illness means collecting odd symptoms like souvenirs, but nothing prepared me for the nerve pain, phantom crawling, and burning sting shingles left behind. Here’s my long, winding, occasionally sarcastic journey with post-herpetic neuralgia, chronic pain, homeopathic experiments, and life with sarcoidosis—plus why an imaginary ant still runs laps on my face whenever it feels like it.
Living with sarcoidosis, heart failure, and a grab-bag of medications means my energy cycle runs on its own chaotic schedule. Some days I’m unstoppable; others I’m barely upright. Here’s how I navigate the ups, downs, and surprisingly emotional middle ground of chronic illness.
A chef living with heart failure and sarcoidosis reflects on what it feels like to age into the very demographic whose medical brochures once made him feel like an anomaly—and why finally fitting the picture is both comforting and unsettling in equal measure.
Tate Basildon 