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In 2001 I was living in Maryland, and had recently begun dating my future ex-husband. About five months into our relationship, his mother, Darriel, was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer. It had been just over a year since I had lost my own mother to cancer.
The next few months preceding her diagnosis, she and I grew incredibly close, each having something to offer which was exactly what the other needed. I was able to share with her my insight, how I had watched my mother deteriorate, then rebound, then nose dive, then endure. I passed on the hope and optimism and positive thought that undoubtedly bought my mother precious time. I shared my observations of treatments and trials, remission and recurrence, symptoms and side effects. In turn, we felt an unrestricted ease in talking to each other.
She was scheduled for her second round of chemotherapy the end…
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