Living with cold agglutinin disease is like riding a merry-go-round
I heard the music of the calliope before I saw the magical kaleidoscope of colors. Fairs always have their smells: cotton candy, hot dogs, and hamburgers. But my 7-year-old self was enchanted by the merry-go-round. Soon the gaily-colored wooden horses were going up and down as we were twirled around…