I remember when Michele was first diagnosed with Leukemia. It was a summer morning and the phone rang, and since I was closest, I picked it up. I was in our family TV room. It was Grandma and she was very nice and said hi and asked what we were up to. Then she gently asked if she could talk to my Mom. At the time I was about 12 I believe. My Mom picked up the kitchen extension and for some reason I stayed on the line. I had never and never again after that day listened in a conversation my Mom was having, but for some reason I just knew something was not right. I heard her tell my mom and I didn’t understand what Leukemia was, but knew it couldn’t be good. I gently hung up and sat in the TV. room pondering. Just like me, Mom knew I had heard, so she came in and gently explained what was going on. That day I grew up a lot more than any girl of 12 should have to do.
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