Those of us with illnesses are the holders of the silent fears of those with good health.

Illness isolates the isolated become invisible the invisible become forgotten. But the snail....the snail kept my spirit from evaporating.

Given the ease with which health infuses life with meaning and purpose, it is shocking how swiftly illness steals away those certainties... Time unused and only endured still vanishes, as if time itself is starving, and each day is swallowed whole, leaving no crumbs, no memory, no trace at all.