The night before the procedure, I didn’t sleep. I googled my symptoms and like any decent Dr. Google consultation, confirmed the worst. At 3:30AM, though, annoyed with sitting around, I went into my closet and packed up my bag for the next day. A book. My phone charger. Socks. And then, right there, sitting on a shelf as if it somehow knew, was my long, lost cape.
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Waiting Games
In the movies, when someone finds out if they have cancer, it’s pretty quick. Someone is sitting in a doctor’s office. Everyone is solemn. The doctor looks at the chart, sighs heavily, and says something poignant like, “Well, it’s cancer.”… Read More ›