Cholangiocarcinoma
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Last published Fri, Mar 11, 2016
Hi, I'm Elizabeth Walsh but you can call me Liz. I'm a Bile Duct cancer patient. Bile Duct cancer starts when cells in the body begin to grow out of control. Cells in nearly any part of the body can become cancer. Living with cancer is like climbing a mountain and I'm ready to share my story with you.
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