Something was wrong. It was the winter of 1985-’86, and I was really sick. Like, REALLY sick. I missed weeks and weeks of school, made numerous trips to different doctors and specialists, and filled countess tubes of blood for testing. What was the diagnosis? There wasn’t one. We still don’t know what was going on. …
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