Freddie is tired of tests and referrals. So many times, so many doctors, so many non-answers.
In the doctor’s office Thursday, after the doctor had stepped out to arrange for Freddie’s hospital admission for the battery of tests next week, he expressed it again:
I’ve done this before. It’s always the same. They don’t know why. Don’t know what to do. Always another pill, another test, another frustration.
Venting, of course, but still…
I quietly sang a three word reply:
“Maybe this time…”
Natasha was spectacular, wasn’t she.
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