Surviving the Storms
The weather wasn’t the only thing that frightened us.
Tornado watches and warnings had been going off all day; but for our family, the storms had been brewing for nine months.
At first the storms had hit outside our immediate family: my sister’s troubled marriage, my mother’s diagnosis of terminal cancer. Then I started having unexplained pains. After seeing a collection of doctors, I was referred to the Mayo Clinic, where I was told I had a rare, disabling condition: systemic mastocytosis.
Now in my final month of medical leave, I was still weeks away from learning if I would be approved for disability. For all I knew, our family was on the verge of having no income.
If this wasn’t …