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starting to normalize.
“Thank you for letting me know,” I said.
Then I hung up and felt nothing. Not relief. Not satisfaction. Not sadness. Just empty.
I went back to sleep.
The discharge nurse had offered my parents as a ride home.
“I’ll take an Uber,” I said.
In May 2025, my parents completed four of the eight conditions. The $47,000 donation to Planned continue reading …
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