Teaming Up
The history of Kim Murphy's life was stored in eight cardboard boxes in the garage of her condo in Charlotte.
With an increasing sense of unreality, Kim carried the heavy boxes into her living room, one by one. She shouldn't be doing thisshe wouldn't be, if Dr. Peterson hadn't extracted a promise that she would acknowledge somehow, if only to herself, the seriousness of her condition. "Put your affairs in order," he'd said. His other suggestionthat she tell her father the latest prognosiswasn't going to happen.
There's nothing to tell. Because for the first time in her life, Kim had chosen not to believe scientific evidence.
"I feel as healthy as a horse," she announced out loud, as she walked from the garage to the living room for the eighth time. She propped the last box against the doorway to steady herself. As healthy as a horse that had just run the Kentucky Derby. Twice. Okay, so she was breathing a little heavily as she set the box down on the cream-colored carpet
but that wasn't unexpected for a person whose major form of exercise was lifting a cup of coffee to her mouth.
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