Good morning! We hope this finds you well. Personally, it's been a gut-wrenching week.   

If I may, let's go back to last Friday evening, 7:30 p.m. The sun is well into it's slow descent as I wrap up another great day in the office. I'm caught off guard as the phone rings.  

I strain to see the dimly lit caller ID.  

Dr. J. Scrabozalovnik 614-555-1212.

"Jimmy! What's up?! It's been since medical school"

"Sabs, it has been too long. I hate to call but I need a favor."

"Name it Jimmerooski. What can I do?"

"I have a 38 year old patient, Brian Murphy who we just diagnosed with onychomycosis."

It hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Jimmer, I'm so sorry."

"I know...I know. It's been an incredibly rough day for the entire office. The biopsies came back around 10:30 this morning. He shared it with the entire staff - must be his way of coping. Most of the front desk...had to leave early...too emotional. It's a tough...tough business David.  

"I gave him 2-3 weeks, tops."

Jim was starting to come undone and I knew I would soon as well. Fortunately, he gathered himself before I had to interject, in an effort to save us both from revealing a side we didn't wish the other to see.

"Sabs, you must write some blog or something? Anyway, Brian has one final request. I figured it wouldn't hurt to try.

"Anything Jim. Anything."

"David, he said there was only one thing that could save him."

"Of course. What can I do?!"

The ensuing pause seemed to last for minutes.

"THE PERFECT NEWSLETTER - David. He needs The Perfect Newsletter. It's his only hope. Wow, look at the time! Give my best to Krissy and I'm sorry but I've got to run. Cassie and I are meeting the Hoovers at Chuck E. Cheese"

I burst into tears. "It's His Only Hope" - the words echoed through my mind, my heart, and my soul. I'd been searching for The Perfect Newsletter since 2005 and never even come close.  

Now lives depended on it! 

(Wait a minute. Wasn't it only one life and why is someone dying of toenail fungus?)

To be continued!...