I wrote a little something about the twists and turns of time after my recent and ongoing adventures in the American medical system.
“I’ve got cancer.” That was the first terrible, all consuming, soul crushing, time stopping thought coursing through my brain after the doctor in his roly-poly good old boy manner said, “there’s something cooking in your prostate.”
Spoiler alert: I don’t have cancer.
You can read the rest here in the publication Ellemeno on Medium.
You can find more of my writings on a variety of topics on Medium at this link, including in the publications Ellemeno and Rome.
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