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By JOANNA BUONICONTI

Two weeks ago, the life-saving medication that I receive three times a year was injected through a spinal tap into my cerebrospinal fluid. Call it women’s intuition, but my mom and I both had the feeling that something would be different this time. It could’ve been because the last injection I had in December was particularly brutal due to the build-up of scar tissue that had formed in the area of my spinal canal that they typically drill into. The doctor who does the drilling could feel the scar tissue and see the amount of pain I was in.

By JOANNA BUONICONTI

By JOANNA BUONICONTI

 I felt tears pricking my eyes. “We’re just talking in circles now,” he said, as he got up from the sofa to leave.I’d been crying a lot the past week and a half after the first guy I had ever seriously dated got a job offer that he needed — a job...

By JOANNA BUONICONTI

Deep breath. Those of you who are familiar with my work are very familiar with the fact that I approach any political issue with a high degree of trepidation. And this topic is no different.As a little girl who grew up during the Obama presidency and...

By JOANNA BUONICONTI

Last April, I went on my first successful date with a guy, and when I got home that night, I went on Instagram for a few minutes in an attempt to wind down. This was my first mistake, considering that going on Instagram and seeing everyone living...

By JOANNA BUONICONTI

I swear the temperature drops 10 degrees upon entering the procedure room. The thin johnny does little to stop the goosebumps from rising all over my body. I can’t keep my eyes from lingering over the procedure table that my body will soon be draped...

By JOANNA BUONICONTI

Those who know me, personally, know that I have a very good memory. I always have. I can recall what I wore and what the weather was on this exact day any number of years ago, like a forlorn party trick that people find kind of cool, yet slightly...

By JOANNA BUONICONTI

This coming weekend, I will roll my wheelchair across the stage at the Shubert Theatre and officially receive my master of arts degree from Emerson College. All of the hard work and late nights from the last eight seasons will, once again, be in the...

By JOANNA BUONICONTI

As readers of my column are well aware, I tend to spill my guts — about what’s currently going on in my life — in the ink on this page for all of you to see, and fair warning this is going to be another one of those. I have been wanting to write this...