Watching my seventeen-year-old daughter fight leukemia was the most painful experience of my life. Every morning, I woke up hoping for good news, and every night, I went to bed wondering how much strength either of us had left.
For six long months, our lives revolved around hospital rooms, blood tests, medications, and endless waiting. Before cancer entered our world, Carol had been a typical teenager with big dreams and a calendar full of plans. She talked about college, road trips with friends, and, most importantly, prom…. Continue Reading ⬇️
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