Category: Patients’ Writings

by Christopher Statham I was given something to wear that I did not want. How could having this, help me to be proud? It was ugly, and dark, just something to taunt. So I wore this gift as a shroud. Enveloped in a dimness that I could not shake. Unable to notice a bright sunny [Read More]

by Barbara McVay What did that bird look like sitting on the branch? I must have seen him many times in the past. Are there leaves on that tree? Oh, if only I could see. What’s on the page of the book on my lap? Things to make me cry or laugh? How long has [Read More]

(contributed by Jackie Hawley) There was a skinny young boy who loved football with all his heart. Practice after practice, he eagerly gave everything he had; but being half the size of the others, he rarely got into the games. In spite of that, his father was always in the stands cheering. After high school, [Read More]

by Tom McDonald This coming Thursday, April 16, I say good-bye to a career path that stretches back nearly two decades. It seems I can’t keep the pace any longer. I’m dragging my team down when only a year ago I was propelling it forward. It’s time to go. You know, some things we choose, [Read More]

by Beth A. Rogers Your face, your smile, I have never seen. I don’t know the color of your skin. Your voice and laughter I have never heard. I don’t know if it is soft or loud. Your hugs I have never felt. I don’t know the strength of your arms. Your hand I have [Read More]