It was a hot day in July, much like any other summer day in Tucson. Until it wasn’t. It was about 2:30 in the afternoon when two little words made this day different from every other. “Spiculated margins,” my doctor said, in a near whisper, as we looked at the images on the screen. Words I hadn’t heard. Words I didn’t know. Two little words that would become as much a part of my vocabulary as hello and goodbye…
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