I knew the call would come, like the expectation of a winter storm.
That dreaded call came the day after Christmas in the middle of a family movie. The nurse dictated dates for blood tests and biopsies. It was clear as I fumbled for a pen while running out of the darkened theatre that she didn’t care which dates worked for my grad school class schedule, my teaching hours, or my family life.
Bottom line, I needed to rewrite my priority list—ASAP!
I was thankful for a short commute between hospital and university in the heart of Detroit. I naively thought I could change medications and not skip a beat in class. I didn’t account for the unexpected…
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