“Sit down,” the doctor said. “Straight up, you’ve got MS.”
“Impossible,” Henry balked, “I just completed a triathlon.”
“Test results don’t lie.”
“Interpretations might.”
“You came to me,” the doctor snipped. “Maybe you’d prefer the answers one of those alternative quacks would give.”
“But you’ve known me all my life. Why me?”
“Disease looks for the weak link and slips in.”
Henry grew quiet. His life had been a battle since forever. Fighting to keep his passion for life free. Fighting to live according to his deepest personal best. Sweet victories.
Were these the weak links coming back for revenge?
“Impossible,” Henry balked, “I just completed a triathlon.”
“Test results don’t lie.”
“Interpretations might.”
“You came to me,” the doctor snipped. “Maybe you’d prefer the answers one of those alternative quacks would give.”
“But you’ve known me all my life. Why me?”
“Disease looks for the weak link and slips in.”
Henry grew quiet. His life had been a battle since forever. Fighting to keep his passion for life free. Fighting to live according to his deepest personal best. Sweet victories.
Were these the weak links coming back for revenge?
