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Physician, Heal Thyself
From ME/CFS (Part 3 of 3) Dear Reader, my apologies. Within the confines of my current prison, I have not yet completed the essays I promised you months ago, neither my displays of Medical Pearls collected over thirty years, nor my recent songs of Adventure through Wilderness. Those tales will yet come, God willing. ME/CFS,…
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Writing “The Dis”
By the time we are thirty years old, we know it’s true: all our abilities are temporary. Our physical and cognitive skills decline, at an ever-increasing pace, as if with a will of their own.
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Resurrection
Dear Reader, I have missed you. The twin sisters of winter, Cold and Darkness, sneaked up on me last December with their claws. Now I find myself emerging, like a crocus from the ground, renewed with hope, a participant in the rising fragrance of spring.
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Rescue is Coming for Those Who Suffer with Chronic Pain
To the young woman, utterly lost and sore-afraid, imprisoned in the Underground, I say, “Hold on!” To the old man, desperate with pain and blinded by the darkness, I say, “I am coming.” Listen for my voice and follow me. I am heading out of this wicked place in due time.
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Herald Palladium Article
Dr. Troy Thompson, who has a family practice in Stevensville, has recovered from the COVID-19 virus. In the aftermath, Thompson opened a temporary COVID-19 clinic for patients who don’t need hospitalization. He has also donated his plasma to help treat other COVID-19 patients.
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Hosanna’s Song
Lyrics Hush-a-bye my love, hush-a-bye my doveFind your rest, upon my breast, and sleepListen now and hear, about my love so dearSilent now, you’re sleeping now so deep. Hosanna praise the name, praise his holy nameOf the one, God’s only son, the KingHosanna child so fine, gift of God, now mineMy baby bright, into the…
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Jubal’s Song
Lyrics Comfy warm inside the womb until you breathed the air, the bitter chillToo much! The noise, the light, the thrill, we wrapped you snug, for resting still.Your mother rocked her child at last, what newborn ever drank so fast?Such little fingers reaching out, and quiv’ring lip, a tiny pout! Jubal, Jubal, Jubilee. Welcome to…
