This book is a memoir about living with multiple sclerosis, written by a person living with it. MS is a chronic illness that is on the rise around the world. There is much work being done to find medications to help those living with the disease, but there is still no cure. Those living with MS know more about it than their medical advisers, and lived experience proves to be more helpful than medical advice. This memoir can be a friend to those living with MS, and a guide to those trying to help them. This book is written in verse, to keep it light and interesting. The poetry is there because the author feels strongly about sharing her thoughts in this way. From straight from the heart, to straight from the funny bone, poetry adds a sense of meaning from the author to the reader.
We were in the summer of 1989, ten years after those events, and Jane had certainly become a thorn in Mick's side—though he put the thorn there himself. Jane had worked jointly for Mick and me for what now seems like an impossibly long ...
'I think I might be eventually,' Jane remarked thoughtfully. 'I don't suppose I'll spend the rest of my life alone.' 'You won't have to because Mick will come back one of these days,' said Marie swiftly. Jane felt uneasy.
The Lost Springs Ranch for troubled boys is at stake, and it's a man's duty to give back…So there's going to be an auction!
Even before that, if not for the O'Hara brothers—all of you—I don't know where I'd have been. After Daddy passed on, ... me is to stop loving me.” Mick's eyes lightened and Jane's shoulders lost most of the tension she'd been holding.
After Michael was diagnosed with his blood clot, I thought it would be a good idea to have Janelle and Jane train to give subcutaneous injections of Enoxaparin. In case I wasn't around to administer it, he would have back-up.
“But I shouldn't bother, Mick; Jane is enjoying himself immensely, he has crossed swords with your mother and now, as I warned him, he must suffer. But he is happy.” He shook Mother's hand as Boscawen-Jones accompanied by Michael made ...
someone is here see you'' mick price'' you are tom west and I saw your play love and life in boston on Tuesday'' tom ... me and two others jane'' tony did not have many friends I guess a dancers life'' john marks'' jane when I die see ...
quickly regained his attitude before turning to Mick and holding up a bloodied arm. “I do believe I need medical attention.” Mick glanced at me, his eyes hard. “Take care of him, Jane. I need to speak with Tidal.” I jumped as Saern ...
Mick glanced at me, his eyes hard. “Take care of him, Jane. I need to speak with Tidal.” I jumped as Saern approached me, a move that had Piers yowling low and throaty. Two trainers grabbed his arms and another two jumped in front of ...
I'm afraid Jane and I don't share the same closeness as you and your mother. I've tried but not very ... “Jane, please, talk to me. Who's Michael?” Jane sat up, her eyes all red from crying, and pulled the pillow onto her lap.