Private Chef, Writer & Podcaster
Life throws enough chaos at those of us living with sarcoidosis, but sometimes the world hands you a moment that hits harder than any flare. I watched one clip on the news that rearranged my perspective in a way I didn’t see coming, and it made me question what we choose to carry—and what we should probably just let go. This one stayed with me, and it might stay with you too.
Ever had a dream that hung around like glitter you can’t sweep away? Mine involved massage therapy, a mini-stroke, an upgraded heart, and a stubborn case of sarcoidosis trying to steal the spotlight. Spoiler: despite the plot twists, the story isn’t over…
I took my wedding ring off for the first time in forever, for a sweet anniversary plan involving diamonds and a jeweler. Naturally, my finger reacted like I’d committed a crime. If you live with sarcoidosis or any chronic illness, you know the drill: you try to do one normal, romantic thing and your body files an immediate complaint. What followed was a missing ring, a believable lie (for once), a perfectly shaped bruise, and an anniversary gift that didn’t replace anything. It added to it.
Ever waited for a blog post like it was your favorite dish at a slow-cooking restaurant? This chronic illness chef with sarcoidosis doesn’t post daily—and that’s okay. Here’s why blog consistency isn’t the cure-all, especially when life, health, and heart failure come to dinner uninvited. (Yes, it’s called chronic illness for a reason.)
Waking up to heart failure, sarcoidosis, and a life sentence of meds wasn’t in my five-year plan. Neither was an implantable defibrillator with discontinued leads that could’ve killed me. Here’s how one month of stubborn hesitation saved my life. Chronic illness, heart failure, and sarcoidosis survivors—this one’s for you.
Tate Basildon 