Shortly after my SFN diagnosis, my father, who I love to pieces, has personally delivered me flowers every two weeks faithfully. When he is out of town and misses, he says, "you should really fire that flower guy, he's slacking!".

I take pride in arranging those flowers and they are therapeutic. I'll be sure to tell him that I shared this. He will get the biggest kick out of knowing he's helping me more than he already thinks.😊

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