24: Nine Months
"Do you feel dizzy these past few days?" Dr. Cayver asked, his tone calm but probing, as I finished my latest dose of medication. He was an HHT specialist from Detroit, and I trusted him more than anyone with this part of my life. I shifted slightly in the chair, feeling the familiar weight of worry press on my chest. My parents knew about my amateur modeling, but what they didn't know was that I'd been quietly selling my designs to a few amateur designers abroad. It was my way of paying for my medications without touching the generous funds my parents had already set aside. Luxury didn't erase reality, and every year, I saw our financial stability wobble... especially after my older sisters' ongoing treatments for HHT and related complications. I'd discovered my own condition three y
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