Private Chef, Writer & Podcaster
I used to think tools like Grammarly were lifesavers—especially when brain fog, fatigue, and sarcoidosis made every sentence feel like it had to fight its way onto the page. But somewhere between helpful corrections and unsolicited judgment, something shifted. This isn’t a tech review. It’s a breakup story about voice, truth, and why I finally chose myself over an algorithm.
Some of the most painful moments don’t come from cruelty, but from “kindness” said out loud without a second thought. Living with sarcoidosis has taught me that certain compliments land more like paper cuts than comfort—and once you hear them, you can’t un-hear them.
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.
A tragic MRI accident in Westbury, NY, has one private chef and chronic illness survivor reflecting on medical safety, invisible disabilities, and the emotional weight of navigating life with sarcoidosis and heart failure. For fellow spoonies and debut authors juggling symptoms, appointments, and everything in between—this one hits close.
If you live with heart failure, chronic illness, or just have a low tolerance for loud nonsense, you’re not alone in hating the Fourth of July fireworks. Here’s a sarcastic take from a private chef with sarcoidosis who would gladly trade in the “bombs bursting in air” for a drone show and a quiet night.
Tate Basildon 