Photo Source: Unsplash Early morning on September 9 in Rochester, New York. The leaves on the trees had surrendered their jovial green to autumn’s overbearing orange. The sliding glass overlooking the patio and lush lawn remained closed due to the cold, bustling wind.   The living room, with white walls and a matching tile floor, had always resembled a hospital room, and within the last thirty days it couldn’t be more apparent. The silence interrupted by a clicking ventilator, signaling the...