A disturbing nightmare in which I was urinating and spitting blood continues to trouble me weeks after I woke up. Trying to understand its meaning leads me to an old physical memory from a surgery I once underwent—and to deeper reflections about the emotional weight and responsibility of being a 52-year-old single father to a six-month-old baby. Somewhere between dream and reality, I try to understand what my body and mind might be telling me—and find the strength to keep going, for Sara.
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Sara and Me 