Towards the end of my father’s life, the cancer he originally started out battling spread to his brain. In turn, this sort of thing hurts my heart. If you can help, please do. If you can’t, reblog this and hopefully someone else can.
Towards the end of my father’s life, the cancer he originally started out battling spread to his brain. In turn, this sort of thing hurts my heart. If you can help, please do. If you can’t, reblog this and hopefully someone else can.
Written by LISA MARINO-Molchanova 