My mom struggled with cancer. Three times. The last time it killed her. But she loved us. And the best time we had was when I stayed with her through chemo, and she did her sudoku and her news programs, and I sat across from her and worked on my computer and we looked up from whatever and smiled at each other, and she blessed me with her and I tried to bless her with me, and it was beautiful.
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