My Grandma, Margaret, was diagnosed with breast cancer at age 75. She lived for one year and I remember flying to Texas from Maryland to meet my Dad to visit her in the hospital. We were both so distraught because there was nothing we could do to help her.
A few years later my father was diagnosed with a brain tumor, glyoblastoma multiforma stage 4. I had no idea what that was but quickly learned that millions of people in our world were suffering from a multitude of cancers. He was determined to beat it, but the choice wasn’t his.
Now our family volunteers for everything that raises money for cancer research.
If anyone wants to tell their story – we’re listening.
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