Rare, progressive and untreatable.
Ardys White repeated the words over and over.
“Rare, progressive and untreatable,” she said, then gave a wry snort. “Reminds me of that old movie with the kid and the scarecrow. “Lions, tigers and … what was that other one?” she mused. “Right, lions, tigers and bears, oh my. Rare, progressive and untreatable, oh my!”
Talking to herself was just something Ardys did. There was no other human in the house, no cat, no dog, and there never would be.