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07 Nov

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My Story

I was lost. On December 6, 2005, the man I looked up to my whole life had just taken his last breath. He was 72. Sitting in that hospital room, a 35 year old heart-broken man, I felt sick to my stomach.

I started having flashbacks of going through the exact same experience years prior, when my mom lost her battle wit the exact same disease that had just stolen my dad from me moments ago. Lung cancer.

I was angry. I was hurt.