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Yes, it hurts to breath, to cough, to laugh, to move, and the pain steals precious hours of sleep, but I am alive!Last week, the doctor painted a much grimmer, darker picture.A tumor, the size of my hand was excised off of my lungs and heart, removed through one of 4 half-inch incisions in my left ribcage.He expected to slice through my sternum.He expected this to be cancer.He explained that I might die or have a stroke during the surgery, or right after.He expected that I would be hospitalized for a week, not 2 days.I was prepared for the worst. And despite this shocking news, it was a gift, and one that many faced with death do not have.One by one, I called and wrote family, friends and colleagues to tell them how much I loved them. How their presence in my life was such a blessing. . . .

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