The Rest of My Days in the Hospital
WEEK TWO They continued the antibiotics — two different kinds, twice a day. My fever hovered around 38°C. The nightmares...
When Everything Stopped: My First Days in the Hospital
THE HOSPITAL MORNING That morning, I couldn’t walk, couldn’t see, couldn’t speak. We went to another private...
Losing Balance, Finding Myself: The Start of My Neurological Journey
I just couldn’t make sense of anything. I had two projects to deliver, a house that needed cleaning, two...
Who am I?
Hi, I’m İlkyaz (or Summer). And if you’re here, maybe you’re also searching — for strength, for clarity,...