A tooth is much more to be prized than a diamond.
Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote Adam possessed the look of a performance athlete who was slipping comfortably into middle age. He always greeted me with a hearty double-fisted handshake. “I’m not giving up on this, Doc. It’s just wrong. You’ll back me, right?” “Of course,” I responded, although we both knew he was facing an uphill battle.
He remained very active—running outdoors or swimming most days—although the effects of the long-ago radiation therapy to his skull base for nasopharyngeal cancer had ruined his balance and had forced him from the tennis courts.
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