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A Cure for Deafness? I'm all Ears!
"Don't cry, Jane, we've been through worse."
Labor Day was late that year. So on a sunny Thursday three years ago Joan hopped into her car with a list. The usual errands (post office; recycling) and some extras, a school entrance interview for her grandson Leo and for herself, a doctor's visit. (Before she'd moved her doctor'd said, "Joan, when you get to Virginia, find yourself a smart young internist.) She arrived on time, leaving 14 year old Leo in the car to amuse his cousin, 15 month old Owen. 90 minutes later Joan left in an ambulance, with a diagnosis of advanced pancreatic cancer and ten days to live.
Labor Day was late that year. So on a sunny Thursday three years ago Joan hopped into her car with a list. The usual errands (post office; recycling) and some extras, a school entrance interview for her grandson Leo and for herself, a doctor's visit. (Before she'd moved her doctor'd said, "Joan, when you get to Virginia, find yourself a smart young internist.) She arrived on time, leaving 14 year old Leo in the car to amuse his cousin, 15 month old Owen. 90 minutes later Joan left in an ambulance, with a diagnosis of advanced pancreatic cancer and ten days to live.
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