Right Place, Right Time
Whitley and I recently helped save a friend?s life. It’s a strange feeling. We don’t feel heroic, only grateful, because he’s one of our favorite people.
We didn’t run into a burning building or jump off a bridge into icy water. We accepted an invitation to a beach house a few weeks ago and had a lovely, lazy weekend with our friends. While chatting in the living room, the husband happened to mention some annoying symptoms he’d been having for years.
Whitley recognized the problem immediately because he’s had the same symptoms of a troublesome prostate, the curse of middle-aged males. We urged our friend to have a blood test to check his PSA level and make sure he didn’t have cancer.
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