How Are You Remembered?

Last week I went to the hospital to get an MRI on my knee. It was my first MRI, and I’m thankful it was just for my knee because just being lifted and sucked into that tube up to my chest triggered my claustrophobic panic button. Actually, I’m pretty sure it was less from being sucked into the magnetic machine and more from laying still, flat on my back for 15 minutes. Nevertheless, I conce...