I lost a day.
Actually, I lost two days. On Monday night, Jan. 13, around 10:30 p.m. or so, I walked into the emergency room of Baltimore’s Johns Hopkins Medical Center.
As of 9 p.m. on Jan. 26, I’m still in here.
It’s all part of my now-three-year-fight against cancer. I came in to get care for what I thought was affliction A, only to be treated for afflictions B and C.
So there I was,...