Love Is The Strongest Medicine: Notes from a Cancer Doctor on Connection, Creativity, and Compassion

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I died.

35 years ago today.

My head went through the windshield.

Brain edema.

Stopped breathing.

But I was given another chance.

A second chance at life.

A second chance to see another New Year.

Another new week.

Another new day.

Another new hour.

Another new minute.

Another new second.

Another new millisecond.

Another new nanosecond.

Another chance to have no regrets.

Another chance to love.