A Familiar Story
He's 42. Three days a week in the gym, protein hitting his target, sleep tracked, blood pressure better than it's been in a decade. On paper, he's winning.
Then a routine scan turns up something that needs a second look. Nothing's confirmed yet — but for two weeks, his mind runs through every worst-case scenario: the mortgage, the kids' school, his wife picking up his half of everything, alone.
He built the body. He never built the floor underneath it.
That two-week wait is the exact gap this morning closes — before you're ever forced to sit in it.
