I wrote a series of letters to my sons and wife after I was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Somehow, I'm still alive, don't have cancer & the letters became a book. I don't understand any of this either, but I am trying to figure it out.
I wrote a series of letters to my sons after I was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Those letters became a book. It's sad and funny and heavy and hopeful. I am still alive and may not have cancer anymore. None of this makes sense to me either.
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