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scheduled appointment withthe gastroenterologistfor unresolved digressive issues…this morning–while the airprickles the skin. I fast. just in case. a $50 copay was a near deterrent.a costly handing over of coinsto be sure nothing isthere that shouldn’t be.a choice that could breakmost during this season. isn’t it odd?the lengths we’ll go tofind out why our bodiesdecide what will continually hurt us without our consent?to seek answers when ourquestions do nothing buthover over us and cause added grief…I wonder what my late cousin,Chrissy, would say aboutmy aging days…I miss her advice–her steadyinghand and calm heart. she’d probably be happy I’m taking action and notignoring an obvious problem.I’m known to be a runnerin my past life, yet I’ve grown tired ofbeing in a hurry to getnowhere.