Category: Life

Please, Not Again

It hit me for the first time as I sat there in the waiting room of a medical diagnostics location a few blocks from my work. Abigail was in the back room getting blood work done to confirm what we already knew. The signs were all there. We couldn’t ignore what was happening and simply hope the best would prevail. It wasn’t going to get better or fix itself if we just gave it more time.

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