Louis Washkansky began the second week of his second life by eating steak and eggs, his favorite dish. He took his first hesitant steps, a few yards from his bed to an armchair on a sunny balcony, badgered his wife to bring the family for a visit, and nicknamed the daily blood sampler "Old Dracula." Every other day he got a dose of cobalt-60 radiation that his doctors had or dered in hopes of controlling the expected—indeed, inevitable—attempt by his system to reject the "foreign" heart muscle in his chest. Even so, he...
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