I am well. Completely well. Wonderful. Except, I'm lying. Or was the first time I wrote this, anyway. Month after month, on days when I felt optimistic enough to imagine that surely I was nearly healed, I watched myself nail this story down on faith alone that by the time you'd read these words, they'd be true. And now, thank God, they are. I am completely, confidently well. It feels like a miracle. It almost feels like I've been dead, and now I've...