Doctors Found Nothing—Until a Watch Repairman Told Me to Take It Off Immediately

emerged from the back—mid-sixties, silver hair, kind eyes that noticed everything. I nodded, moving slowly toward a case of vintage pocket watches.

He came closer. “That’s a beautiful watch you’re wearing. May I ask where you got it?”

“My son gave it to me for my sixtieth birthday. Five months ago.”

Something shifted in his expression. “Five months.” continue reading …