As I was checking in to the cancer center this morning, there was a kid in front of me. I say “kid” loosely, as he was anywhere between 16 and 25. Wearing jammy pants, shifting from side to side, I figured that his parents dropped him off on their way to work so he could get a life-saving treatment. When he was done at the window and his eyes met mine, …
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