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After the last chapter, A Nobel Act, my dear mom sent me some sage parental advice in the form of a brief five-word sentence. “Don't count on a Nobel.” Although I was temporarily crushed by her clear lack of confidence in her son, I warmed to her reception after I remembered her earlier take when I first told her that I was misdiagnosed—that I had Lyme disease, spelling out the avalanche of evidence in exquisite detail that only a mother could love. “I’m not seeing it,” she said at the time. She sets the bar high, that woman. And I plan to meet it. As such, this latest chapter is fat and meaty … and unsettling. Moving forward, the science is going to steadily ratchet up to squelch any remaining skeptics. Including Mom. Be active, stay fit, and keep exploring!
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