I did not know that I would lose words. Not the ability to speak. The actual words. A particular word I needed (the name of a restaurant, the title of a book I had read twice, the word for the thing I was holding in my hand) simply not there. Gone. As if someone had…
I told my doctor this is not so bad. She laughed. A year later, I understood why. When I turned fifty, my doctor suggested I go off birth control. I said no. I said no because I did not feel like I was in perimenopause. I had had some mild symptoms over the years, a…
I was a girl who actually got the information. And it still was not enough. Because nobody ever continued the conversation. I have been thinking about a manual. Not a medical textbook. Not a wellness program. A manual. The kind that comes in the box when you buy something complicated, written by someone who actually…
