When Pride Becomes a Matter of Life and Death: The Shocking Truth Behind Embarrassment
And now I feared that I was following in his footsteps. I was victimizing my wife and children. I was a failure.
Ironically, as I was beginning to accept the guilt and shame of my failure, my doctors were beginning to question their diagnosis. My episodes didn’t fit within a normal framework, and neither did my response to the medications. It was during the second of my thrice-daily bleedings that the phlebotomist collected extra vials to determine whether I had an infection. Infection or not, I met Monday with another soul-destroying episode. I thought I might die.
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