After Diagnosis:A Summer Paean

After Diagnosis:A Summer Paean

Your remembrances are like unto ashes, your bodies to bodies of clay. (Job 13:12) Turns out my ticker needs a pacemaker.Clay? Ashes? Okay,I get the point. I mean, I do.Time to spend less of my day tuned in to memory, more to right herewhere I am—a long way from awful.The sweats, the phantoms, those dumbass old tiffswith my mother and more than a handful