April 18, 2024
On April 18, I went to my regularly scheduled doctor’s appointment and got some unexpected news.
“We consider you cured,” said the physician’s assistant. “It’s been two years.”
I scratched my head, something I do when I’m confused. “Cured?” I asked.
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