While I was a baby my grandma, the mom of my dad, was getting some severe cancer and they brought her to some chemotherapy. She survived and was happy to have me as her 3-year-old grandson, I remember as one of my only memories of my early childhood that she was fighting tor me, to get see me growing up.
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