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Have you ever been some place that changed your life forever? Some place that maybe was meant for you to see and observe? I can still recall the date, June 10, 2003. Entering the Mayo Clinic, I could smell the alcohol stench hit me like a brick wall. It stopped me in my dead in my tracks. As I rotated my stiff neck around viewing the newly remodeled ceiling and professionally painted pictures of patients being cured of deadly cancers and diseases, I quickly remembered why I was here; to help my cousin Blair fight her battle with Non- Hochkins Lymphoma, a cancer that was fiercely fighting to take over her lymph nodes and soon her life.
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