The June I Don't Remember: Part II (Do Not be Afraid)

It’s almost midnight, and after a horrible experience and over 3 hours in the emergency room, I was finally in room 704 at the OU Medical Center laying on the dreaded, uncomfortable hospital bed with an iv in one of my many web-like veins networked between the knuckles and the wrist of my left arm.

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Health in Progress

I’ve received hundreds of phone calls, thousands of texts and plenty of visits. I can’t physically respond or have a convo with everyone contacting me, so I’m hoping this short piece will do that.

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