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Mazon, IL | I was 53 twelve years ago when I got the call that I had rectal cancer. The doctor already made appointments for me with instructions to not miss them.
I took the attitude that I’m going to have fun with this. I’m very familiar with the medical system since my mom and sister were nurses. I also worked in a nursing home while going to school. Health care workers have to deal with enough depressed patients and I wasn’t going to be one of them.
I most definitely had fun with the situation I was handed and was likely bright spot in my caregivers days over that 10 months. | |
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