For thirty years I believed a rare disease had stolen my ability to walk—until one phone call from a pharmacist revealed the medicine my twin sister faithfully gave me every day was never meant to heal me at all.
My twin sister, Claire, used to tell people we had always done everything together. “We even learned to suffer together,” she’d say with a sad smile. Everyone admired her. Doctors. …
For thirty years I believed a rare disease had stolen my ability to walk—until one phone call from a pharmacist revealed the medicine my twin sister faithfully gave me every day was never meant to heal me at all. Read More
