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He cooked for me. Every day of cancer treatment. The fridge was full of tasty, nutritious soups and quinoa salad stored in glass (we’d thrown out all plastic within a month of diagnosis, along with the Teflon coated cookware) containers. … Continue reading
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I stood in the lawyers office, beginning to perspire. I had at least six layers of clothing on: woolen long underwear, a t-shirt and a flannel shirt over that, blue and white striped overalls, a heavy hand-knitted two-layered wool vest, … Continue reading
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