Art of Dying: Stage 4 Cancer
<p>All my life, I loved to eat a lot of food, I love to dance at clubs, and I loved life with friends and family.</p>
<p>Then it started, an ambulance would come to my house and take me to the ER because I was in pain. I went many times during one summer month.</p>
<p>One time in the hospital, I woke up and a doctor was sitting next to my bed waiting for me to wake up. I thought that I must really be in trouble for him to be there.</p>
<p>He smiled and said he was an oncologist, a cancer doctor, and he explained that he believed I had cancer, but more tests needed to be completed.</p>
<p>Unfortunately, my insurance denied those tests because they were too expensive. He wasn’t sure what to do.</p>
<p>More trips to the ER, more tests, and more pain. I had never experienced this kind of deep pains. Finally they approved and uncovered that I had lymphoma cancer, stage 4.</p>
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