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You are sitting across from the doctor. You don’t notice that his desk, newly waxed, is void of disorganization. Focused on the fact that you now have PD, fear begins to envelope every inch of your body. From head to toe, you sit frozen and numb.
What does that mean? Am I going to die? [...]
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