The Leukemia Diaries
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In 2004, my young son was diagnosed with leukemia. This is the gritty, soul-baring recollection of my years as a "cancer mom". Come with me as I tell the story of daily struggle, juxtaposed with memories and flashbacks of my own childhood, experiences, and marriage.
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