Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Lucas puked. That’s where it began. In his bed, the middle of the night. Changing PJs, stripping the bed, two loads of laundry. More the next day. Then he recovered. Next night the bucket switched sides after Abigail ralphed all…

Phil is in surgery now, wheeled off at 9:30AM. At 9:45 a “code blue” was called over the intercom. Well, no one wants to hear that business. Still, I google, “code blue” because I’m completely sadistic. “Code Blue” is generally…

Phil goes in for surgery this month. The battery on his built-in heart pacer and defibrillator—a unit that works 100% of the time, no breaks, and without it, his heart would stop completely—runs out within a month! These things are…

A saint, a savior, a salve. In the past few weeks, Phil has stepped up his game. Or, wait. Perhaps it’s me, maybe I’ve simply been more appreciative. This past week, I’ve been sick in bed with a fever of…

Dr. Michelle Warren is the doctor I chose. I needed to feel that I was in good hands, the hands of someone who knows what they’re doing, about what she’s talking. I found her, and I trust her. Watch the…

I’d like to say that I’ve been movin’ and shakin,’ but please. There’s been moving, obviously. And I’ve been shaking over my health situation. This isn’t news. I haven’t been able to shake the anxiety I have with regard to…

Heading now to the reproductive endocrinologist with my mother in tow. Or rather, she’s got me by the hair and is dragging me there now. Will report the findings after my 11am appointment. I wonder if this premature menopause is…

I’ve been talking to the universe (again). Alone in my car I’ll say, “So, universe, listen up.” Then I’ll continue, aloud, for a decent stretch, the way one would shoot the shit with a sister. Though I try to get…