I Think Satan Wants to Destroy Us!
As I went to bed Christmas Eve, I was exhausted. Struggling with the effects of radiation therapy and hobbling from a fall that had left me with a large hematoma on my left thigh and hipbone, I was on my last leg—literally. After only a few hours of sleep, I was rudely awakened by a wave of nausea. Could I make it to the bathroom in time on my gimpy leg? For the next few hours, I hopped back and…