When one child relapses, we all can feel it in our bones. I don't care what they say and more importantly don't say, we all know. It would be nice to know who to console.
HIPPA what a crock.
Twenty Years, Two Hundred and Forty Months, Seven Thousand Days, and Three Hundred Days. Since we started chasing Leukemia.
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