My father’s tumors have doubled in size. Chimo again. He’s loosing hope, I can see it. He’s aging and weakening. I, too, am feeling drained… Hope is escaping through my fingers.
Yours Truly,
Sand grains.
My father’s tumors have doubled in size. Chimo again. He’s loosing hope, I can see it. He’s aging and weakening. I, too, am feeling drained… Hope is escaping through my fingers.
Yours Truly,
Sand grains.