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Let’s end today with a Halloweenish horror story that turns out to be a riveting and important tale about not giving up on a diagnosis you don’t trust. Great story and illustrations from Epic Magazine and NowThis: Swamp Boy. “On October 30, 2015, Judy Campbell drove her son Michael home from high school. The trees were ablaze in autumn colors. It was the day before Halloween, and the houses in their Midwestern suburb were festooned with ghosts, skeletons, and jack-o-lanterns. As they pulled into the driveway, Judy noticed that Michael was unusually quiet. She glanced over at her adorable fourteen-year-old. He was tall and gangly, with a mop of brown hair that flopped over one eye. Their eyes met. ‘I need to talk to you and Dad,’ he said. ‘It’s serious.’ Judy’s mind raced. What could it be? When they got home, she called her husband, Scott, into the living room. They sat on the sofa. Michael took a deep breath and began: ‘I think I’m the evil, damned son of the devil.'”

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