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Mr Childs kept losing weight. Every time he came to my office, he would greet me with a hug, and I would count more ribs through his piled-on shirts and sweaters. He was always cold. And his pulse was racing, trying to outpace the disease slowly consuming him. Aside from the wasting disease, coughing was his only sign of illness, and fatigue dominated his days. After a year spent scouring Mr Childs’ body for clues, we still didn’t know what that disease was. Being the subject of so many tests prompted Mr Childs’ joking that he would start charging me a “pincushion rate.” Though wasting away from visit to visit, he was invariably in good spirits, and his faith in my powers of diagnosis and healing never faltered. “You’re the best doc I’ve ever had, Dr Bebell,” Mr Childs would say. “I want everything to go through you, because I want everyone on the same page. You’re the only one who can make that happen.”
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