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my mom's chemo I remember when my mom first told me that she had breast cancer. She told me that everything would be ok, and she was right. But, still, I watched her go through chemotherapy. She asked me to go with her to pick out a wig, and I did. The guy who made her wig was great. I watched her when she was sick from chemo, and I did my best to entertain her, because that's what she told me that she wanted me to do. I would come home from work and just talk my ass off, and she would lie in bed and laugh at my silly stories. She's fine, now. Miss These?
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