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his father’s—seemed shrunken beneath the hospital gown. Tubes and wires traced over him like a cruel map.
Dr. Thomas Reynolds turned from the monitor. “I’m his mother,” I managed. “What happened to my son?”
“Mr. Grant has advanced gastric cancer,” he said bluntly. “Terminal. It’s metastasized to his liver and lymph nodes. He’s been here two weeks. No continue reading …
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