Yes, Even You
I was 19 years old, sitting in yet another doctor’s office waiting to be told why I was in near-constant pain. The paper gown felt as thin as my skin as I huddled there hoping for answers. My mother hovered nearby, as anxious for answers as I was. The doctor stepped in with the chart and asked a couple of…
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