I don’t remember my first hospital
visit. Some of my earliest memories stem from when I was four—back then I
frequented the hospital so much that whenever I was admitted, the nurses
greeted me like a favorite niece. More than that, I felt like a momentary
celebrity as I walked through the double doors...
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