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 A stumble in your step early one January morning. A rush to the hospital for a quick remedy. But life is never so easily cured.

Surrounded by white halls, white rooms. A constant beeping to remind that life is nothing but a ticking clock whose batteries eventually die.

A stroke of luck to have been caught so early One more day might have been your last.

A quick remedy turned into ten days spent away from home

Each passing day expanding the fear in our hearts, distracting us with worry. A slow decline in the pace of life.

A recurring regret - Can't recall the last time I told him I loved him What if I had never gotten the chance again?