In the wake of a recent hospitalization, my life has quickly become dominated by new medications and treatment regimens.
Articles by Anna Jeter
When I was 6 years old, I was entered into a clinical trial for Tracleer (bosentan). At the time,…
In the spring of 1999, at the age of 3, I developed a hoarse voice. My mother thought that maybe…
Nothing makes me crankier than walking into the ER any time after 9 p.m. Lying on a stretcher that feels…
I take note of several things as I walk the familiar route through the three different hospital wards on my…
“And if the oral antibiotic doesn’t work, they did mention they might want to do an IV antibiotic with a…
Four weeks before I entered my freshman year of college, I was being evaluated for a heart-lung transplant due…
“Anna’s an artist,” my mom explained to my nurse on my behalf, during those months when I didn’t have a…
Illness is a beacon — it draws eyes, attention, and intervention. Doctors. Caregivers. Interns invited into the room to observe…
“No! She can’t take off her backpack! She has to wear it or she could die!” The emotional exclamation echoed…
When the technician leaves the room following my echocardiogram to ensure that all of the proper images have been…
It happens often — probably more than I’d like to admit. In a moment of daydreaming, I’ll picture myself doing…