Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy.
Thank you for the awesome comments. There are two more chapters to this story after this one and I'm contemplating writing an epilogue. After seeing that MerDer Season 6 premiere sneak peek, my withdrawal symptoms went a little haywire. Sorry in advance J
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Bragging Rights
"You wanted to see me, Chief?" Meredith said, walking into Richard Webber's office. Richard looked up from something that he was reading at his desk. He smiled when he saw her.
"Yes, Meredith. Please sit. There's something I need to discuss with you." He motioned to one of the chairs in front of his desk. Meredith sat down and crossed her legs, waiting for him to speak.
Richard cleared his throat. "First of all, I just wanted to congratulate you on your medical breakthrough. I can't even begin to express how proud I am."
"Thank you, sir," Meredith replied.
Richard studied Meredith for a moment. "I had the opportunity to speak with Dr. Bailey this morning before you arrived."
"Really?" Meredith asked.
"Yes, and she informed me that that you were the brains behind the operation. According to her, she just assisted you. Was she right in saying that?" Richard asked.
Meredith stared at the ceiling for a moment. "Well, Dr. Bailey is quite humble, sir. Yes, I researched it, developed the sucrose solution and all of the details pertaining to the procedure, but I needed Dr. Bailey on board because she is an attending."
"Dr. Bailey said that you did about ninety percent of the work involved in this clinical trial. As a matter of fact, the trial became a success while she was on vacation."
Meredith nodded slowly. "Yes, Dr. Bailey took vacation three weeks ago."
Richard stared at her for a moment. "I usually don't send residents to speak at medical conferences, but because of the great work you've done on this and the fact that you know the most about this trial, I'm sending you to Boston to speak about it."
"Me?" Meredith squeaked. "Why?"
"Because this trial is your baby," Richard answered. "You deserve this Meredith. You deserve to present it at the conference. Now, Patricia will make your reservations and accommodations. The conference is Thursday and Friday, so you'll leave Wednesday."
"Huh?" Meredith asked, still shocked from Richard telling her that she would be presenting at a medical conference. Was he for real?
"You will leave Wednesday morning to allow you enough time to get settled." He frowned for a moment. "Will child care be an issue?"
Meredith shook her head. "No, not at all."
"Good. That's all I needed to speak to you about2. Follow up with Patricia in the next few days so she can go over everything with you. Have a good day, Dr. Grey."
"Thank you, sir," Meredith said, standing up and leaving the room. In a few days she would fly to Boston and present her trial to hundreds of doctors who would probably have a ton of questions. Meredith could feel her stomach churning at the thought of speaking in public. She always did have a slight fear of that. Not fear of speaking, a fear of rambling because when she was nervous, that's what she did. Meredith walked towards Derek's office. She needed him to talk her through this.
"Hi, Ma," Derek said, placing his phone to his ear. "How are you?"
"Good. How are those grandchildren of mine?" Carolyn asked.
"They're great, Ma. They're growing up so fast. You should see them," Derek smiled.
"I'll see them soon," Carolyn said.
Derek sat back in his chair and stretched the muscles of his legs. "Yeah? You coming to visit?"
"Not, I'm not visiting, Derek, you are," she said.
"What?" Derek asked.
Carolyn sighed. "Don't tell me you forgot."
Derek shook his head, frantically searching his brain to remember. "I didn't forget."
"Good," Carolyn sighed. "Then you are coming."
"Where?" Derek asked.
"To New York ," she said. "You did forget," Carolyn decided.
"I didn't forget, Ma, I've just been busy. Why am I coming to New York , again?"
"The Maloney reunion is Saturday, Derek. I called and told you about it months ago. You promised me that you would try everything you could to make it this year. You said you had some vacation time put away and it shouldn't be a problem. Do I need to remind you that you haven't been to a reunion in seven years?"
"Ma," Derek groaned.
"Don't Ma me, Derek. Do I need to remind you that only the immediate family has met your wife and children? Your aunts and uncles have been asking when they'll get to see you again. Besides, what's wrong with wanting to show off my grandchildren? Grandchildren that I've waited patiently for you to give me for over fifteen years. Not to mention introducing a daughter in law that I actually enjoy being around."
Derek sighed. He now remembered telling his mother a few months ago that he had the vacation time and would try everything he could to make it because he knew how much it meant to her. Then, work and life got in the way and he was sure that he never mentioned the family reunion to Meredith. He would have remembered her freak out. Meredith didn't mind visiting his mother and had developed a civil relationship with his sisters, but meeting the entire family? That was pushing it.
"Derek?" Carolyn asked. "You're coming, right?"
Derek sighed. He'd have a lot of explaining to do later to Meredith. "We'll be there, Ma."
Meredith pushed the door open to Derek's office. She found him staring at the framed pictures of his family that sat on the shelf, deep in thought. "Derek," she whined.
Derek's head snapped up to look at her. "Hey," he said, noticing the frown on her face. "What's wrong?"
"The Chief is what's wrong," she replied, walking across the room and flopping down on the sofa.
Derek stood up and walked around his desk to the couch. He sat down beside her and put his arm around her shoulder. "Want to talk about it?" he asked softly, pulling her towards him so that her head rested on his chest. He smiled as she let out an adorable sound, mixed between a groan and a sigh. He kissed the top of her head.
"The Chief wants me to go to Boston and talk about my clinical trial," she said, rubbing her nose against his shirt.
"Really?" Derek couldn't hide the pride in his voice. "Meredith, that's amazing!"
"Yeah," Meredith nodded, looking up at him. "Until I start rambling halfway through the presentation."
"You won't ramble," Derek chuckled. "Is Dr. Bailey going with you?"
Meredith shook her head. "She won't. She said that this is my trial and I know everything about it, so the Chief is sending me."
"When?" Derek asked.
"Next week," she moved to the opposite end of the sofa, kicked off her sneakers and placed them in Derek's lap. "The conference is next Thursday and Friday. I leave Wednesday morning."
Derek didn't say anything as he massaged the tension out of her feet. Boston was only about four hours away from the location of his family reunion this weekend. He could get Wednesday, Thursday and Friday off of work and he and the kids could go with Meredith to Boston for moral support. Then, they could catch a flight from Boston to New York for the reunion and then fly from New York back home on Sunday. Sounded like a great plan. Now, Meredith just needed to be on board with it. "I'll go," he offered.
Meredith's eyes snapped open to look at him, her euphoric state from her husband's foot massage being quickly interrupted. "What?"
"I'll go. I have a few vacation days so I'll go with you. I'll be your wing man. It'll be fun."
Meredith gave him a skeptic look.
"Okay, it won't be fun, but it'll be fine." He smiled at her.
"And what do we do with the children? They're not staying with Mark this time," she grumbled.
"We'll take them along. The boys will love the plane ride. Hannah will probably sleep most of the way. Besides, I want to be there to see you present your clinical trial. I was there when the medical breakthrough happened," Derek reminded her. He was there. He was the attending present in the operating room when she did the procedure on Tara for the second time. He was there, quietly cauterizing her bleeders, watching her in amazement and realizing how extraordinary of a surgeon she had become.
"I guess we could do that," she finally said.
Derek nodded. "Right." Here goes nothing. "And then maybe we could fly down from Boston to New York on Friday evening for a quick visit with my family. We could leave to come home Sunday."
Meredith raised her eyebrows at her husband. He was hiding something, she could tell. He wouldn't look her in the eye. "We could visit your mom," Meredith said. "Maybe we could go to that bistro restaurant that you and I both love. You know, the one where I ate my weight in hot wings the last time we were there?"
He cleared his throat. "Maybe we can after the Maloney reunion," he said quickly, turning to look at her.
Meredith's eyes grew wide. "The Maloney what?" she squeaked. "Seriously?"
Derek nodded. "Mom told me about it a few months ago. I meant to tell you about it, but it slipped my mind. It's next Saturday."
Meredith processed what he said for a moment. She didn't do families. She was just to the point where she didn't mind Derek's and now he wanted her to go to a family reunion where there would be tons of people that she didn't know. She had to find an excuse to get out of it somehow.
"Mer, my aunts and uncles have been asking mom when they'd get to meet you and the kids." Derek said, running his hand sympathetically up and down her leg.
"Well," she said slowly, trying to rack her brain for an excuse not to go. "I will probably be burned out after my presentations, so you and the kids go and I'll fly home on Friday to…to," she stuttered, "to take care of the dog! Four days away from him would be too much. You know how hyper he is. I'll come home to be with him." She knew it was a pathetic excuse, but it was the best thing she could think of in such a short amount of time.
Derek chucked. "Meredith, the dog? Are you kidding me? You hate the dog. After he ate your birthday cake, you announced to me that you wanted nothing to do with him."
Meredith shook her head. "Dog and I have agreed to disagree. I no longer complain about the massive amounts of fur he sheds and he no longer chews my shoes or my furniture. He also promised not to jump up on the counter anymore and eat things."
Derek rolled his eyes. "Mark will take care of Dog while we're gone. Think of a better reason not to go."
"Well," she thought. "I don't want to," she whined.
Derek sighed and nodded. It was time to play the guilt trip. "Fine, then you call and break my mother's heart because I told her you were coming and she was very excited to hear that. She can't wait to show off the daughter in law she actually loves to be around."
"Oh, Derek, don't flip it!" Meredith squealed. "It's Steel Magnolias!"
Derek sighed as he handed her the television remote. "I'm going into the kitchen. Do you need anything?"
"No," Meredith said, her eyes not moving from the screen. She giggled. "I love Ouizer. She cracks me up."
Derek looked at the screen and rolled his eyes. He got up and walked into the kitchen, getting himself a bottled water and an apple out of the refrigerator. He walked back into the living room and flopped back down on the couch, placing himself between Meredith's legs and gently propping his head up on her stomach. He took a bite of his apple.
"This is the part when Shelby's husband signs the papers to take her off life support," Meredith said, grabbing Derek's apple from his hand and taking a bite.
Derek looked up at her. "What's wrong with her?" he asked, watching her as she devoured his apple. He twisted open the cap of his water bottle and took a gulp.
"You've never seen this movie?" She asked. "Seriously?" She placed the apple core on the coffee table.
"Nope," he said.
"Shelby had end stage kidney failure," she said, grabbing the bottle of water from his hand. She unscrewed the cap and drank the majority of it. "I can't believe that you've never seen this movie," she told him, taking another drink and emptying the bottle and handing it back to him. "Thanks," she said.
"Anytime, dear," he said, moving so that he was between her body and the back of the couch. He put his head on her chest and made himself comfortable. "How'd it get to this point?"
Meredith ran her hand up and down his back. "She was diabetic. The doctors advised her not to have children. She went against their advice and had a baby after she got married to Jackson."
"Hmmm" he mumbled, enjoying the feel of her touching him. "Did the baby live?"
Meredith nodded. "Yeah, but shortly after he was born, she started going into kidney failure, so her mother gave her one of her kidneys."
"Okay," Derek said. "She apparently rejected the kidney."
"Yeah, Jackson comes home to the baby screaming and Shelby lying unconscious on the floor."
Derek sat up and looked at the screen. "That's terrible," he said softly.
"She never woke up," Meredith said, feeling the tears start to form in her eyes. "All she wanted was to be happy." She burst into tears.
Derek sat up straighter and pulled her into his arms. "It's okay," he whispered in her ear. "It's just a movie, Mer."
Meredith sat up to look at him, frantically wiping her tears away. "No, it's not, Derek. I mean, yeah, it's a movie, but do you realize how lucky we are? We got married and decided to have children, so we went ahead and did it, just like that. Granted, this time around my sugar is high, but it's temporary. It will go away once the baby comes. There are people who want a life like us, Derek, and they can't have it. They can't and it's not fair."
Derek nodded. "You're right, it's not fair. But someday, someone will find a cure for diabetes and people will get the chance to have a life like ours." He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. "And when that person does find a cure, it will be quite a day in medical history. A glorious day."
"What do you think of this one?" Meredith held up a navy blue dress towards Hannah, who was sitting in her exersaucer, watching her mother decide what to pack to wear for her presentation. Hannah chewed on her rattle and stared at the dress with a perplexed expression on her face. Meredith held the dress out so that she could take a look. "Nah," she said, walking back to the closet to pick something else out.
Derek had taken the boys into town to do some last minute errands before their trip. At the mention of ice cream, the boys wasted no time getting their shoes on and jumping in the car. Derek and Meredith had told them that morning that they would be going away for the weekend and ever since, Noah and Cole had been bouncing off the walls in excitement. They were excited to fly on a plane, excited that they would be staying in a hotel room, but were most excited about the fact that they would be seeing Grandma Shepherd.
"Okay," Meredith sighed, emerging from the closet again. "This one screams medical legend, right?" Meredith held up a pink blazer skirt suit. Hannah giggled and suddenly stopped when she spied herself in the full length mirror hanging on the closet door. She smiled brightly at herself and pointed. "Ma!"
Meredith turned to look at Hannah's reflection in the mirror and gasped. "Who is that beautiful baby girl in there?" Hannah giggled louder as Meredith dramatically turned to look at her and then back in the mirror. "It's Hannah Banana!"
Noah and Cole had developed that nickname for Hannah one day when Noah came home from preschool after a day of learning how to rhyme. He became aware at the dinner table that night that Hannah and Banana rhymed. Since then, that nickname stuck and everyone called her that. Except for Derek, who still referred to her as his princess.
Hannah held out her hands for Meredith to pick her up once the mirror game lost her interest. Meredith threw the pink suit on the bed and scooped her up. She pressed her cheek to Hannah's and walked over to her dresser, where her treasured pictures sat in frames. She picked up a photo of Derek and the boys that she took at the zoo the previous summer.
"Who's that?" Meredith asked, pointing to Derek.
"Dada," Hannah said immediately, reaching to touch the frame.
"Who's that?" Meredith pointed to Noah.
"Noe," Hannah responded. "Coe," she said, pointing to Cole.
Meredith put the frame down and picked up one with all the kids, including the dog. Derek had insisted that they take the picture for Christmas cards. The picture had been a hit with Derek's family. Noah and Cole had posed on either side of Dog, all three sitting in front of the Christmas tree. Hannah sat in front of Dog, and right before Derek had taken the picture, Dog had propped his head on Hannah's shoulder. The picture turned out to be adorable. "Who's this?" Meredith asked her, pointing at the dog.
"Doe," Hannah replied.
Meredith looked at the clock. "It's your naptime," she said.
"No," Hannah said.
"Yes," Meredith said, hearing the doorbell ring downstairs. "Saved by the bell." She carried Hannah downstairs and peered through the eyehole of the front door. She frowned and opened the door. "Hi, can I help you?"
"Are you Mrs. Shepherd?" the man asked. He was holding two dry cleaning bags.
"Yes, and you are?" Meredith asked skeptically.
"I'm Tom from Ann Taylor, the store in downtown Seattle," he said. "I have your suits, ma'am."
"My suits?" Meredith asked, confused. "I didn't order any suits."
Tom looked at his clipboard. "Your husband, Dr. Shepherd, ordered these suits for you. Size two, one grey and one black. Where would you like me to put them, Mrs. Shepherd?"
"Um," Meredith scrambled, in shock that her husband did this. "You can hang them on the coat rack over there." Meredith pointed to the coat rack on the wall. She sat Hannah down on the floor as she grabbed her purse. She handed Tom two twenties, but he put his hand up in protest. "No, thank you, Mrs. Shepherd. You're husband was more than gracious with his tip. Have a nice day."
Meredith saw Tom out and after she closed the door, she made a bee-line for the hangers. Her mouth dropped open as she unzipped them. There were two Ann Taylor pant suits, one grey and one black. There was a slip of paper in the pocket of the grey blazer. Meredith reached for it and noticed that it was Derek's writing: I can't begin to tell you how proud I am of you. You're amazing and I am honored to be the husband of a medical legend. I love you with all my heart, Derek. Meredith wiped the tears from her eyes and giggled a the last part of the note. PS. I would have gotten you skirt suits, but I didn't want anyone staring at your legs.
"This baby will not stop moving," Meredith complained as she got into the car. "It's driving me crazy."
Derek looked at her from the driver's seat. "You know what's driving me crazy?" he asked, turning to look behind him as he backed out of the garage.
"No, what?" Meredith asked, looking at him curiously.
"You are six months pregnant and I have yet to feel the baby move. Like last night, you called me from the bathroom to feel her and the minute my hand went onto your stomach, she stopped. I could have my hand permanently on your stomach and she wouldn't move." He glared ahead as he drove.
"Hmm, maybe the baby is a 'he' and he's pissed at you because you keep calling him 'she'," she joked.
Derek glared at her. "Not funny. I felt Noah and Cole move at five months. I don't think the baby likes me."
Meredith studied his expression. "The baby loves you, Derek," she said, feeling the baby flop around in her stomach. "Ooh, give me your hand. It's moving!"
Derek put his hand on her stomach and the baby immediately stopped. "Wait," she said, seeing his distraught look. "Give it a minute."
Derek drove for about five minutes with his hand on Meredith's stomach. The baby didn't move once. He pulled his hand away and placed it back on the steering wheel. Meredith sighed.
"Daddy, our music, pwease?" Noah asked from the back seat.
"Coming right up," Derek said, reaching at the CD holder on the visor for 'The Clash'. He put it into the player and a song came on. Meredith looked at Noah and Cole in the back seat, who were wiggling away to the music. She giggled and looked at Derek, who was jarring his shoulders back and forth to the beat. Meredith felt the baby start to move again, flopping from side to side in her stomach, like he or she was dancing, too. Meredith reached for Derek's hand. Derek looked at her and smiled, reaching down and intertwining his fingers with hers. She immediately let go and placed his hand on her stomach.
Derek's head snapped over to her stomach as he felt the baby move all over. He pulled the car over suddenly and put it in park. He leaned over and put both hands on her stomach and chuckled as he felt the baby flop. "Hi sweetie, it's Daddy," he murmured into her stomach. He looked up at Meredith and smiled with tears in his eyes.
Meredith ran her fingers through his hair. "Your baby loves you, Derek. But I think she loves 'The Clash' more."
Meredith stepped into the shower early Thursday morning. She had gotten up earlier than usual to allow herself time to go over her speech and to mentally prepare herself for the day ahead. The fact that her husband and children were there helped with her nervousness tremendously. Besides the slight issue of the time change for the children, she slept better than she thought wrapped up in Derek's arms.
She sighed deeply as the warm water hit her body. She had about two hours until the kids woke up and she could spend some time with them before she had to leave. She had two presentations to do today and Derek told her that he and their children would be at both.
Meredith was so preoccupied in her thoughts, she didn't Derek enter the bathroom. He undressed and quietly slipped into the shower with her. He wrapped his arms around her and she shrieked. "You scared the hell out of me," she gasped, turning around to look at him.
"Sorry," he murmured, pressing his lips to hers. "I heard the sound of the shower. Then my mind translated that into you being naked in the shower, rubbing your hands all over your body, so I had to come in and see for myself." He leaned in to kiss her again, more passionately, slipping his tongue into her mouth.
"Did you check on the kids?" she breathed, raking her fingers through his hair.
"Sound asleep," he answered. "Are you okay? Nervous at all?" He kissed her cheek.
"Very," she replied, closing her eyes as his lips trailed up her cheek and behind her ear.
"Need me to distract you?" he whispered in her ear, pulling her closer to him so she could feel his erection against her stomach.
"Oh, yes," she breathed. "Please distract me with some hotel shower sex." She started kissing and sucking his neck as his hands cupped her breasts. She moaned against his skin as his thumbs gently rubbed her nipples.
"Mer," he said, pulling her hair suddenly to access her neck. He nibbled and licked up to her lips. He groaned as he felt her hand circle around his erection. "Meredith," he breathed, letting the sensation of her touching him overtake his body. "You're amazing."
He traced his hands up her back and weaved his fingers through her hair, pulling her back slightly so that she leaned away from him. He devoured her neck and chest, slowly moving to her breast. He circled his tongue around her nipple and sucked gently. Meredith moaned in pleasure. He copied the same motions with the other breast, only surprising her by biting down gently.
She moaned loudly, calling his name as she raked her fingers through his hair. He smiled against her skin as he trailed kisses back up to her lips. His left hand remained entangled in her hair while his right caressed down her body and between her legs. He pulled back to watch her in amazement as she reacted to his touch. He moved his thumb to her clit and used exactly the amount of pressure she needed. He felt her clamp down around his fingers as her orgasm consumed her. He loved to watch her come. It was immensely satisfying to him knowing that he did this to her.
"Derek," she murmured, wrapping her leg around his waist, feeling his erection poking into her core. "Derek," she said again. He knew what she wanted. She wanted him inside her.
"Tell me," he whispered. "Baby, tell me what you want?"
"I…I," she thunked her head against the tiles of the shower wall, like she was trying to get the words to form in her brain so she could say them. The thunking didn't help.
Derek smiled and pressed his lips to hers in a deep, passionate kiss. He felt her tongue enter his mouth and he lifted her slightly and eased her onto his erection. "Is this what you wanted?" he whispered, looking deeply into her eyes.
"Yeah," she breathed. "Hard." She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him as he thrusted in and out of her at a frenzied pace.
"Tell me you love me," he murmured in her ear, not slowing his movements.
"I love you," she breathed.
"Say it again," he growled, sucking on her ear lobe.
"I love you," she repeated. "God, so much." Her moans echoed throughout the bathroom as he continued to pound into her.
"I love you, too," Derek whispered. He tightened his grip on her hips to thrust into her harder. He was surrounded by her. Her fingers raking through hair, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, her breasts pressing against his chest. He groaned as he felt her walls clamping around him. God, she was intoxicating, and she was all his.
"What you do to me," she murmured in his ear, moaning as she felt his hand move between them. He pressed her clit with the pad of his thumb gently, knowing that it wouldn't take much to finish her. He could feel himself coming as he heard her moan and chant his name. Her walls clamped down around him as she came, pulling her with him as she milked him dry. He spilled into her as he groaned her name.
They held each other for a moment, trying to catch their breath. She pulled back to kiss him soundly. "Hmmm, that was amazing," she said, kissing his forehead.
"Mind-blowing," he added, removing himself from inside her and placing her gently on the shower floor. "The water's cold," he smiled.
"Freezing," she shivered.
Derek reached to shut the water off. "So, did I distract you enough?" He smirked at her.
"Definitely," she giggled, pressing her lips to his.
"Daddy," Noah whispered. Derek leaned down to him so he could whisper in his ear." What's wrong with Mommy?"
Derek looked up to Meredith on stage and chuckled. She was definitely nervous as she shifted from one foot to the other, looking like she'd seen a ghost. "Mommy's nervous," Derek whispered back. "All of these people came here to listen to her talk about her work."
"'Cause hers intornent," Cole said from his seat beside Noah.
Derek nodded. "She is very important, Cole. The work she did will help lots and lots of people get better." Derek felt tears stinging his eyes at the thought. "Daddy is very proud of Mommy." He shifted Hannah in his lap and he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I hope you grow up to be just like her, Princess." Hannah turned towards him and giggled.
Noah crossed his legs and put his hands behind his head. "After Mommy's done, can we get in one of those things with wheels that a horse pulls?"
Derek smiled. "The horse drawn carriage? Sure and then maybe we'll go to the big park we saw yesterday."
"Yes!" Noah and Cole cried.
Derek glanced at Meredith, who was staring at him from her spot on stage. She gave him an uncertain look and he smiled at her reassuringly. He saw her eyes widen as Dr. Patton, Chief of Surgery at Massachusetts General, stepped up to the podium.
"I am very pleased to introduce our next speaker," Dr. Patton said, smiling widely. "Dr. Meredith Grey is a general surgery resident at Seattle Grace Hospital in Seattle, Washington. All of you are familiar with her recent work in regards to diabetes treatment. Dr. Grey has taken her knowledge to the utmost degree for finding a cure for this life changing disease. I've talked enough, so let me introduce to you, Dr. Meredith Grey."
The entire room erupted in applause as Meredith slowly got up and walked over to the podium. Derek covered Hannah's ears to block the sound and looked over at Noah and Cole, who had covered their ears as well. Derek could feel a wide smile forming on his face at the warm welcome that his wife got from the audience. An audience full of doctors who the majority of them had been in practice as long as Meredith had been alive.
Meredith cleared her throat. "Good morning," she said. "My name is Dr. Meredith Grey and I am a surgical resident at Seattle Grace Hospital in Seattle, Washington. " She glanced at Derek, who nodded at her to continue. Meredith cleared her throat again and looked down at her key cards. "There are 23.6 million children and adults in the United States, or 7.8% of the population, who have diabetes. Thanks to capsaicin, the ingredient found in chili peppers, and the recent work that a fellow colleague of mine and I have done, those numbers will no longer be accurate. As a matter of fact, my colleague and I have great reason to believe that we have found a cure."
As always, comments are adored. Two more updates after this one…..
