Christmas of 1989 didn’t look very promising for me. I had been diagnosed as having cancer. The big “C” word has a way of getting our attention like nothing else can do. It was not easy trying to wear a “good face” when, in the back of my head, I was well aware that I had lost a brother and […]
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