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excerpted from No One Wrote a Manual by Fran Padgett Across the polished wood table my surgeon's face was calm and concerned. His hands were on the open file of pathology reports. His eyes looked directly into mine. I found the sight of his skilled and gentle hands reassuring as I uttered the words that would change my body forever. To purchase this book please visit www.bayoupublishing.com |
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