Andrea Gibson Part 1

Yesterday, July 14, 2025, one of my favorite poets took their last breath on this Earth. Andrea Gibson's voice was silenced by the ovarian cancer she had battled since 2021.

Also yesterday, I was able to receive my expensive Crohn's Disease medication that has kept my illness in remission for the past couple of years.

I had to fight extra this time to get my prescription. It took me about ten phone calls over the course of two weeks for Blue Cross to sign off on this atrociously expensive medication. I was 6 days late getting it.

It was an anxiety causing fight, but in the end, I was able to get my Stelara injection , 90 miligrams of medicine that gives me a decent quality of life.

Why am I spared? Why is Andrea gone, this wonderful weaver of words that I could never compare to? Their condition had no medicine strong enough to eradicate it, but so far mine does.

Andrea's endlessly inspirational voice has been cut short. So what will I do with mine?

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