It felt like just yesterday that I’d sat with the Kincaids and Natalie, all of us quietly agreeing on one goal: Be released by Christmas. The medical team had taken that goal and treated it like a finish line in a championship race. Every day since, it felt like someone was sprinting beside me, urging me forward. Not one of them ever gave me a reason to doubt I’d make it.
They’d redone all of my imaging, chest X-rays, CT scans, ultrasounds, zeroing in on the damage to my left side. The coll