Divine Diagnosis
May 26, 2020
3 minutes
By Colt Sherrer, GRANGEVILLE, IDAHO
“Colt, I think I’m going to die.”
My wife, Krystyna, struggled to get the words out. I had to lean in to hear her. Her voice was weak. She looked small in the hospital bed, her skin pale and shining with sweat.
“No, honey,” I said. “Don’t say that. You can’t lose hope.”
I couldn’t blame her, though. It had been two weeks since what was supposed to be a routine appendectomy, and she was getting worse, not better. The doctors didn’t have
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