Thirteen years ago yesterday my mother lost her battle to cancer.
After my induction treatment at Albany Med. I was told by my doctors to start walking around the oncology floor. I got masked up, grabbed my IV pole and slowly shuffled down the hall, happy to be out of isolation. As I walked further I realized something was familiar to me, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I looked at the nurses station and realized where I was. I was standing in front of the room my mother passed away in. This is a place I never wanted to see again.
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