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

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I totally forgot.

I'm pretty sure I've never known it.

What’s Greg's phone number?

I searched on my phone.

There are five contacts for the same Greg.

I've known him since 1988.

His phone number is a mystery.

I know Josh's landline number from 1976.

For more than forty years, I’ve had Josh's number cemented in my long-term memory.

It’s where I exclusively have a phone book of my closest 70's pals.

It’s the place my phone number growth stopped.

And it’s the place those phone numbers will never leave.

I found Greg's number.

Greg's hates texting.

"It's not as good as talking."

He's right.

Eff texting.

Pick up the phone.

You don't even have to dial.

Just touch Greg's name.


It's ringing.

He answered.

We talked.

Shared real stuff.

He's awesome.

Best smile on the planet.

One creative dude.

My comedy partner.

Thanks for answering, Greg.