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Leonard Shaw, a gentle-looking man with grave eyes, drew a chair close.

“We found a tumor in your stomach. Based on imaging, it appears to be early-stage gastric cancer.”

My father’s illness.

The same monster that had taken Charles Hartwell five years before.

I looked toward the window. Outside, Boston traffic kept moving as though the world had not collapsed continue reading …