There are phone calls, and then there are phone calls.
The first round of phone calls I made were the un-fun variety. They were the ones that exposed Dad’s Klingon for what it was, and it …

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In writing about cancer, I could expect to discover that things can always be worse.
Not my situation, which all things being equal has been pretty good. Sure, my Rock and my Pop has a wee …