Dear Doctor D,

I was surprised to see you at the theatre tonight. I thought you were still overseas. Thank you for the long warm squeeze, and for holding my face in your hands to let me know I looked great and you could tell I was doing well. I remember how I felt and never bothered looking in the mirror after getting out of the hospital — probably death warmed over. I'm glad my outside matches my insides. I'm doing well thanks to you, family and friends, and FM. And yes, I will call to catch you up or make one last appointment (I love your hugs). I'm still on track from were we finished off.

I loved the play tonight, but it was long, and I fell asleep the second half, so I'll need you to catch me up. Thank you for the repair.

Love,
tw4me