Precious, Not Fragile
— Heather Novak

Note: This column describes the experiences of a columnist and/or an interviewee with several therapies, including Yorvipath (palopegteriparatide), Calci-Chew (chewable calcium carbonate), One-Alpha (alfacalcidol), and Forteo (teriparatide). Not everyone will have the same response to treatment. Consult your doctor before starting or stopping a therapy. When I started my journey…

Anyone who has spoken to me in the last two months knows how excited I am about the cultural phenomenon happening with the popular romance franchise “Heated Rivalry” — a story about two LGBTQ+ men who are rival hockey players that fall in love. Not only is this…

As January creeps along, I’m back to work, balancing publishing and column deadlines, and myriad doctor appointments. Taking time off and adjusting my holiday schedule to give myself more breathing room turned out to be a great gift. I managed to crawl out of a vicious seven-week pain cycle,…

Navigating the holidays with hypoparathyroidism is a lesson in conserving energy, pacing myself, and continuously reevaluating my calendar. It is the season of visits with loved ones, holiday parties, deadlines, and extra nasty communicable viruses — which is why I’m always masked. To keep pushing through the end-of-year sprint,…

Note: This column describes the author’s own experiences with Yorvipath (palopegteriparatide) injections. Not everyone will have the same response to treatment. Consult your doctor before starting or stopping a therapy. I have a group of friends who are convinced I’m clairvoyant. When I reply that it’s just my anxiety, they…

Earlier this year, I experienced significant shoulder pain. I blamed it on my hypoparathyroidism, assuming it was from a muscle spasm, one of my frequent symptoms. Instead, the pain turned out to be from a pinched nerve beneath my shoulder blade. While my disease was a contributing factor, it…

As I cross off the days on the calendar leading up to my 41st birthday on Monday, I can’t help but think about how this year feels so different from the last several. I celebrated my 40th birthday last year in March, finally stable as part of the Yorvipath…

A sunny Saturday morning, and there I was again, sitting in the waiting room at my chiropractor’s clinic. As inconvenient — and expensive — as it is to add a second appointment during the week, I’m grateful he could fit me in. I’m also thankful I was able to identify…

My therapist had me sit with teenage Heather during my last eye movement desensitization and reprocessing (EMDR) therapy appointment. This Heather had her light brown hair in a bob, wore big glasses and plaid shorts, and was rocking back and forth, full to the brim with anxiety and an illness…

I’m currently staring at a $1,400 past-due bill on my desk, the cost of a decision made. In the grand scheme of my medical bills, $1,400 isn’t unusual. It’s the same price as 12 physical therapy visits once I exceed my insurance maximum, or the cost of seven eye movement…

Whenever I write a book, there’s always a kernel of my life tucked between the pages. My latest project is about two characters who lost four years together due to a supernatural mystery. I picked four years for a very specific reason: It was the amount of time I lost…