Just before I left my parent's ranch, I held my hand underneath Hannibal's jaw, and I told him I was going to see him again.
IT was easier to make a promise to a dog than to people.
The voice in my head [d] told me I would never see my parents again, and each of them sat with me, taking turns, in the ER at STanford with the security guard standing right outside of my room.
We were saying our goodbyes, silently, exchanging frightful looks.
Then, I believed I would never come out of the building alive.
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