Me and my prostate: Checkin’ in

Enemies of Reading | May 25th, 2017 | 4 Comments

by Hugh Gilmore Folks who know me, but haven’t seen me lately, are surprised when we meet by how “good” I look. I guess they expected me to wear my illness more outwardly. Perhaps they expected me to look shriveled, or gaunt. But I’m not. Or, not yet. My cheeks remain rosé red (sometimes tomato […]

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