Bill Haywood
Writing this has taken me a long time to know that it is something I wanted to do. Having always fantasized about writing a book, I could never come up with a subject I thought
Writing this has taken me a long time to know that it is something I wanted to do. Having always fantasized about writing a book, I could never come up with a subject I thought
In 2009, I was working the ideal part-time retirement job at a luxury health resort/spa. After a horrific nose-bleed in the middle of the night, I awoke to the world spinning. Any movement, just raising
Life is just beginning for me and no- I was not born yesterday. Growing up feeling "off", and popping advil on a daily basis, I never stopped to think that maybe there was "REALLY" something wrong.
I was just coming into my own and I had it all figured out. I was producing a life my parents could be proud of and everyone in my circle could respect. I was emulating
I woke up Friday morning and the room was violently spinning. I stumbled to the bathroom, holding on to furniture along the way, hoping and praying it would just go away. It didn’t. I felt
Ten years ago I experienced a profound bout of dizziness, disequilibrium, and other neuropsychiatric symptoms after taking the anti-malarial drug mefloquine (previously marketed as Lariam) prescribed to me by the U.S. Navy at the start
My son Josh was 12 years old when he attended a three week camp that was recommended for him and and run by his occupational therapist. He had some sensory issues that made writing and
My life changed and my career as a tv cameraman/videographer gradually came to a halt starting back in 2003. My fellow cameramen would notice I was losing my balance while carrying my video equipment for
When I hear people casually say that life can change in a minute I shudder at how true that really is. In June of 2010 I was enjoying a balmy weekend in wine country with
HEY! Where’s the snow?” I hear for the umpteenth time. I crack a wry smile, but inside I’m not laughing. If only they knew. People stare at me when I walk. At first, it made
My story. Not sure how to sum up the last 3 ½ years. I remember in one support group a speaker asking “How many here remember the date of their first attack?” For me it