My aunt has lymphoma. She developed it last year, and I was stunned when she told me. Cancer hasn’t been prevalent in our family, so I was shocked. I felt the same shock and pit in my stomach when one of my closest friends was diagnosed about three years ago with a type of ovarian cancer. Following their treatment journeys is harrowing, although certainly not as harrowing as what they both have gone through, emotionally, mentally and physically.
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