I cannot breathe. Try to inhale– breath doesn’t come. My chest won’t rise. My throat is tight. Swollen. Shut. Although I try, I just can’t breathe.
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I cannot breathe. Try to inhale– breath doesn’t come. My chest won’t rise. My throat is tight. Swollen. Shut. Although I try, I just can’t breathe.
Read MoreTwelve-plus years of pain, longing for relief. Some would say that I do not own the pain. Technically, they would be correct. My body does not own the pain; still, it ravages me. My husband grapples with a disease that demands daily attention to pain and loss. Sometimes the volume is turned down, but it…
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