Private Chef, Writer & Podcaster
Living with sarcoidosis has shown me that the quiet moments between the most memorable experiences often hold the greatest significance in life.
I didn’t expect my most dramatic breakup to be with a TV icon, but chronic illness (hi, sarcoidosis) has a way of sharpening your BS detector until it could slice tomatoes paper-thin. This is the story of how comfort-TV turned into a glossy spiritual checkout line, and why one chef with a malfunctioning body finally said: no thanks, I’ll keep my dignity and my toast, even if both are slightly burned.
A reader wrote to me with a blunt question: how the hell am I still alive and semi functional with sarcoidosis, heart failure, and a heart that occasionally tries to be creative with rhythm Just between us the answer is far more chaotic and heartfelt than any clinical chart will ever show Sarcoidosis taught me to take every prognosis with salt and faith and maybe a dash of rebellion
Tired? Try living with sarcoidosis, heart failure, and a side of snark. In this funny, raw, and relatable chef’s diary of chronic fatigue, I explore what happens when your brain wants to do everything and your body files for early retirement. Fatigue, chronic illness, medication side effects, and stubborn hope collide in this reflective rant — served with humor and a bold refusal to give in.
We’ve all handed over our medical privacy to forms and HIPAA posters, but why does the reception desk still broadcast your address and phone number like morning radio? As someone juggling sarcoidosis, heart failure, and the joy of frequent waiting rooms, I’ve turned accidental oversharing into a personal crusade. Welcome to the absurdly human side of patient privacy—where your lungs aren’t the problem, but your info is.
Tate Basildon 