One minute Grandpa Gene's here, the next there's a baby living in his room. One minute you think you might be moving to London, the next you find you're not. One minute you think your husband's about to be a chief resident, the next you find he'll never be a surgeon. One minute you think you're running a glamorous New York office — the next you're howling over a bloody, shredded appendage.
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