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Three times a week. Same clinic. Same chair. Same machine.
And for four years, my family treated it like it was an optional meeting they could keep rescheduling.
I don’t have a car. I don’t have “backup support.”
I have a small apartment, a calendar filled with appointments, and the kind of fatigue that turns days into survival tasks.
But I also had Marcus.
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