
It has been several days since I got the phone call. I knew it wouldn’t be good, but hoped it would be better. Dr. Crump, my doctor at PMH, specializes in lymphoma, but two-and-a-half years ago had ruled out lymphoma. He called me personally on Friday evening before the long weekend. I was with my kids. My eight-year-old daughter, Avery, answered the phone.
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Things people have said about this, that I don’t care about