Not because the nurse agreed.
Because my mother had spent her entire life treating my opinions as optional.
And apparently my health was no exception.
Two days earlier, I had collapsed at work in Columbus, Ohio.
A respiratory infection had turned into something far more serious.
I remembered the ambulance.
The oxygen mask.
The fear.
I remembered a doctor standing beside my bed saying very clearly:
« If you leave now, there’s a significant chance you’ll end up right back here. »
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