It was supposed to be a simple late-afternoon date—just my wife, a quiet walk, and a brief illusion of normalcy. But sarcoidosis doesn’t care about intentions, especially when hills, stairs, and pride enter the picture. One New York City afternoon and one very confident staircase delivered a realization I apparently needed nineteen years to accept.
The Staircase at Belvedere Castle: A Sarcoidosis Date Afternoon Lesson in Doing It Slower (and Still Doing It)
