He cannot sit still for the two hour procedure
Every Thing's Gonna Be Alright
Gail Boenning
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When I had my pancreas surgery, my husband shot pictures of architecture and stuff around Chicago. I knew how freaking spazzed I’d be if it were him, and had no problem with it whatsoever, since moving keeps me sane. He got some pretty cool shots, and they called him when I headed to recovery.

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