A Thousand Days of Trauma

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I am scolded for letting three years lapse between visits. A thousand days of secret trauma lurking behind all that I saw. And now, frightening words like Glaucoma, possible blindness, surgery, incurable. Overdramatic, and true.

It is one more damn thing on this plate, heaped with worry.

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