Health Struggles Quotes

I come from a family that loves to eat, not exercise. Being fat made even walking hard.

Everybody gets sick; everybody has had a problem with insurance or the prescription drugs they're supposed to be taking or an elderly parent who needs care.

It's very difficult to advocate for yourself while you're in excruciating pain.

I've had a hip replacement, I've beaten cancer, I had my hand operation, and I stopped drinking. Something inside of me just went, 'I'm done.'

I have two children of my own; I can't imagine anything more horrific than to have a child suffering with EB.

My spine healed incorrectly. There were long periods when I'd be perfectly all right, and then there were many other times when I wasn't, when my back would give out and throw me down to the floor amid waves of nauseating pain.

I was a very sickly boy when I was young; nearly died when I was 7. I had a life-threatening attack of meningitis, and that put me in a coma for a few months. It took me four years to get my memory back.

I've lost count of the interviews I've done about my illness and its relationship to my ideas and writing.

That no one dies of migraine seems, to someone deep into an attack, an ambiguous blessing.

I've had 36 orthopedic operations, have two fused ankles, my knees, hands and wrists don't work, I now have a fused spine, other than that, everything is great.

No one dies of nausea, but it can seriously sap the will to live.

Before MS moved in on me, I'd worked for seven years as a city lawyer, as the editor of a literary magazine, and before the age of 20, I'd also worked as a cadet journalist and as an assistant director in both film and TV. And then, after the lesions of MS, both on my spine and in my brain, I was the opposite of bionic.

The life of any chronically ill person becomes extremely isolating.

When we're ill, one of the last things we have that we can enjoy is food.

Life for the unwell is discontinuous and unpredictable. Things just come out of nowhere. People try but mostly do a lousy job of taking care of you.

I've got a lot of experience with anorexia - my grandmother and great-grandmother suffered from it, and I had a lot of friends at school who suffered from it. I know it's not something to be taken lightly and I don't.

I was too big to even contemplate exercise. I had to use a walking stick and a wheelchair to get around.

I have late-stage Lyme disease. I was misdiagnosed for many, many years and told I had lupus, MS, Crohn's disease, even degenerative arthritis. And finally in 2010, I got the correct diagnosis, because on the last Le Tigre tour, I was having several seizures a day and at times not being able to brush my own teeth.

It was a real rough year and a half. I was getting 80 shots every four weeks.

I'm ticking things off my list: I had a tumor removed; I had spinal surgery; I had four surgeries in three months.

When you get sick and it's extended, you go through all these mental phases, and everyone handles them differently.

Writing comes from that territory of being invalidated. But I had a sense of purpose, too. I wanted to stop apologising for my health, and I thought I might do some good.

Very often, overweight children have parents who are struggling with weight issues.

I was not active in films for three years owing to some treatments I was undergoing.

I sometimes lament the fact that I do not have the benefit of a complete and ailment free body structure.