Anything than can break someone, tried to break me the last three years. My mother died. My brother died. I broke my arm. I underwent divorce. I was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer. My son endured school district issues. I battled healthcare coverage and treatment options. I watched cancer colleagues fight for their lives only to die after following western and eastern medical protocols. I was lonely and scared. I vividly remember a physician remarking at the end of our…

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