When my son came down with a mysterious illness, no doctor seemed to care. Finally, a team approach and positive thinking gave us hope.
We are often unprepared for the physical and logistical consequences of dying, but it doesn't have to be that way.
A car accident left me in danger of being paralyzed. A good surgeon, and a return home to my supportive family, got me standing straight again.
A stroke left me unable to communicate and my doctors thought I wouldn't speak again. But with the help of therapists and a loving family, I proved them wrong.
A benign brain tumor diverted me from the path I'd envisioned, but it didn't stop me from finding my voice.
Yes, I have multiple sclerosis. But that doesn't keep me from climbing.
I'm still getting used to losing the hearing in my right ear. But I've learned to count my blessings-and how to listen with my left ear.
A shocking diagnosis of type 1 diabetes transformed my life. But, using the Internet, I turned it into a business—and formed a new community of friends.
I knew that my terrible diet and nicotine habit were probably killing me, but I didn't really care. A trip to the doctor ended my complacency.
Pain may define my condition, but I won't let it define my life.
When you've got Crohn's disease, any meal has the potential for painful consequences.
When a blood clot left me paralyzed from the chest down, I thought about giving up. Then I learned to appreciate what I still had.