It was 2006, and I woke up to three pillows hitting my face. My daughters—all three of them—had been in the same hotel room with me the night before, as the family was moving in our eldest for her freshman year of college. They looked exhausted. Furious, actually. “Dad! You sounded like a freight train last night!” I laughed it off. Made a sarcastic joke about the train tracks outside. But the comment stuck with me. So I went to my doctor, got a home sleep study, and waited for the results. Six weeks later: “You have mild sleep apnea, Mark. But you’re fine. No treatment neede...

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