At 34, I buried my mother. Half a year later, my five-year-old son was diagnosed with cancer. I have seen pain. I know what it is to be angry, sad, numb; to want to hide in the darkness of your bed.
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At 34, I buried my mother. Half a year later, my five-year-old son was diagnosed with cancer. I have seen pain. I know what it is to be angry, sad, numb; to want to hide in the darkness of your bed.