Following my dermatologist's prognosis that the latent discovery of a deeply embedded melanoma likely would prove fatal, I became angry. Here I was 41, married to a wonderful wife, father of three beautiful kids, a career taking off like a rocket and I might not live two more years? No way!
At times of anger, we often are quick to look for someone or something to blame. Certainly I didn't do this to myself! I found my target and, although this may seem to be a cognitive slight of ha...
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