Private Chef, Writer & Podcaster
In the middle of managing sarcoidosis and all the glamorous paperwork life insists on assigning, I keep circling back to one voice I can still hear clearly: my mother’s—suddenly brighter, younger, almost mischievous—when an old name resurfaced after decades. It started as a phone call and ended up becoming one of those stories that quietly rearranges your insides… especially when you never get the ending you thought you’d get.
Living with sarcoidosis and heart failure has taught me many things—chief among them? Asking for help often leads to more stress than it’s worth. If you’re chronically ill, fiercely independent, or just tired of being disappointed by well-meaning offers gone sideways, this one’s for you.
Some days, while easing into the morning and pretending the world makes sense, I stumble across online advice so astonishing it makes sarcoidosis feel like the most logical part of my life. And recently, “Dear Prudence” delivered guidance so unhinged—I had to sit there blinking like a confused owl, wondering who exactly we’ve trusted with our emotional emergencies.