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She got winded walking up the small hill from the garden to the porch. I begged her to see a doctor.
“I’m just old,” she insisted.
The diagnosis cracked my world. Lung cancer. Advanced. Chemotherapy was possible but would be hard on her body.
“I don’t want chemo,” she said before I could speak. She was sitting on the exam table in her carefully ironed continue reading …
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