Gifts of the Magi

In my mind’s eye, I see them coming—a long processional stretching back years, each with a different cloak of disease, each with a small receptacle.  They come bearing gifts  for me, their doctor—a small box,  a carefully folded tissue, a child’s sippy cup (the top tightly closed), and occasionally, yes, toilet paper. What are these… Continue reading Gifts of the Magi