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MoC wants to go home. I want MoC to go home, too. But after a few more tests today, they still don’t know what is going on. I cornered the doctor and grilled him but he is wily and hard to pin down. MoC looked me right in the eye and said, “I don’t want to know.”

I don’t want to know, either.

So I won’t think about it.

I’ll encourage her to do the next test and if she doesn’t want to do anything after that, I won’t push her.  We’ve had that conversation.

I keep hearing this song. On the radio. On my MP3 player. In my head.