“Unveiling Secrets: What Columbus Never Knew About His Journey”
Not once did we talk about cancer or chemo or death. But one afternoon I asked him, “Do you feel OK, Dad? I hope nothing’s hurting you.”
“You know, the worst pain I’ve ever had was from a toothache,” he said.
I started laughing. “Come on!”
“I’m serious! I couldn’t think or read—just couldn’t get comfortable. Really, nothing bothers me more than a toothache.” He laughed too, and I reached for his hand. I considered finally telling him about my encounter with Philip Roth that Sunday morning. But then Dad said, “I’m going to get some rest now. Thanks for coming over, Cathy,” so I didn’t.
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