I scheduled the next MRI attempt for this coming Wednesday first thing in the morning. It’s $1200, so they better find something up there. I’m hoping for a parasitic twin, but I’ll be OK with a tumor. I still don’t think it is a tumor, but my gut hunch isn’t enough to assuage the doctors.
Life marches on apace. The other night, Noomie and his
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