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Show 397 , last summer when the pump was first turned back on. My disease appears controlled - present, but controlled - just as it did then. But then the pump was on. It is now off. "If you continue this way through tomorrow," he is saying, "let's just send you home." It is a fearful thought. It is a puzzling thought. Doing so contradicts everything we understand about this disease. But doing so also means I will be home for Christmas, I suddenly realize. I nod my head in awe of that wonderful thought. "Sounds good to me," I say, smiling. |
