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12.4.10

illness

My child is sick.

when illness comes to my door I shudder. leave. don't come back. I am done with illness. done with disease. done with drugs, prescriptions, x-rays, tests, biopsies.

My child is sick.

he will not die. he will survive. but for a moment I did not believe that. for a moment I believed that this was it...again. I am fearful of the darkness that disease brings. it is familiar.

go away. leave my child's lungs in peace. extricate yourself and let him breathe.

breathe.

breathe.

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