March 1985. Thirty-five years ago. It was my senior year in high school, and as spring break approached, I was feeling miserable. My mother took me to see Dr. Mracek, our family physician, and he said those words no high school senior wants to hear, “I think you have mono.” You know…mononucleosis…also known as “the […]
I graduated a few years earlier than you, but I remember a female classmate who received the same diagnosis. They didn’t keep her out of school for very long.
Here’s to a quick recovery for our nation and the world.