Wife, mother, blogger, writer, homeschooler, desmoid tumor patient, all around smartass, and Skittles enthusiast, not necessarily in that order.
Author: Christine Knapp
What I Learned From My Very First Tech Shabbat
My very first blog post here at I’m Sick and So Are You chronicled a 30 day respite I took from social media. I’d grown concerned over the amount of time I spent on my phone and I thought a detox was in order. I survived …
Friendship Happens When You Show Up
I have a friend back home. Back home, which isn’t really my home anymore, especially since I moved to another state. Thankfully, she’s also my friend when I’m not back home. That’s because we both keep showing up. Friendship is a tricky business. First, you have …
Stop Thinking and Just Jump In
Sleep has been hit or miss lately and last night was a restless one. During one of the rare pockets of sleep I had, there was a dream. But really, it was a nightmare. I watched as my chunk of a dog, Ace, leapt into the …
My Menopause Bucket List
It’s official, folks. After much soul searching, many vials of blood drawn, and countless tears shed onto potato chips being shoved into my gob at breakneck speed, I am finally ready to accept that the existential malaise I’ve been experiencing lately is due to THE CHANGE. …
When Your Sick Friends Need You, This Is All You Have To Do
Scan time is upon us me once again. In three days I’ll drive three hours to sit in a waiting room and wait impatiently for someone to call my name. I’ll answer all the questions I’ve answered too many times before. No, I’m not claustrophobic. No, …
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Sometimes Wrong Turns Are Meant To Be
The plan was simple. Take the teenager, hike a mile and a half into the woods on a marked trail inside a state park, and meet up with friends who were camping. Then, have a glorious day, be wholly and profoundly changed by the experience, impart …
Letting the Words Choose Me
After dinner and before the time my head typically hits the pillow, those are the free moments. No work. No homeschool. No dishes. No dog. Just me and whatever I care to do. Last night, I chose to write. After an hour of clicking keys I …
