Sarah

Sarah had it all, it seemed. Blond hair down to her shoulders, blue eyes that she inherited from her father, who had died from a heart attack when she was 2 years old. Her mother was graceful, beautiful too, and had taught Sarah the virtues of compassion from a young age. She lived in a 6 bedroom house, thanks to her father, again, who owned a carpet business that he had sold shortly prior to his death, raking in millions of dollars just in time for his wife and only child. Sarah had always wanted another sibling, but her mother could not bear the thought of dating another man after her husbands death. Even now, at the age of 22, Sarah watched as her mother aged relentlessly, alone, without companionship, without a lover.

Medical school was a cake walk for Sarah. After the first two year, which were by far extremely boring, she enjoyed the third year, which more than made up for the mundane memorization of facts and charts and principles that every medical student complains about. Now at the end of the third year of medical school, Sarah was reluctant to go see her primary care physician too. She had noticed the tell-tale signs about a month prior, but quickly ignored it as she had done most anything that was unpleasant -- her mom had been the supreme example of denial for her, and she had learned well. Now Sarah, one year from graduating from medical school, had self diagnosed herself with Ulcerative Colitis, and she knew she had to see a doctor. But couldn't this just wait?

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