The Fruit of Patience
As my fingers steadily drummed the steering wheel, thoughts of being late to my appointment ran through my mind. Would they tell me I needed to make another appointment…
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↓As my fingers steadily drummed the steering wheel, thoughts of being late to my appointment ran through my mind. Would they tell me I needed to make another appointment…
Continue reading →I balanced on the exam room table, bent at the waist, head down. My wife Kym held my hand. We were bracing for the inevitable but unwelcomed diagnosis….
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