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After an MRI, a CAT scan, a prostate exam, two blood samples, a very thorough physical examination, an ultrasound, and poking around inside his chest cavity with a pinhole camera, Linda wasn't quite done making David suffer yet.
Seven days later, he walks back into his condo with three bags full of groceries, a strict diet to follow, and a craving for beer like nothing he's ever known.
He's also got a few messages and a week's worth of mail to go through. One of the messages--"Leave a message." *beep*--is from an old supervisor at a construction firm David worked for a few months ago. David settles down on the couch, opens a bottle of fruit juice, and drinks it with a sour expression on his face; he'll return the call first thing Monday.