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Nt1310 Unit 3 Assignment

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The calendar read July 28, 2014 as I laid on a cold, hard hospital bed awaiting the results of my MRI scan. My waiting came to a sudden end when the Oncologist entered the room with a sorrowful look revealing I had stage 4A Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. Lost for words, as I sat in disbelief of the news, tears began to run down my face. Oddly, my tears were not of sadness. At the time, crying just felt like the natural thing to do. My body physically reacted before my mind could even begin to process the information. I had been diagnosed with cancer but I quickly tried to tell myself that this was not real. I thought that refusing to accept that I had cancer would help me to prepare myself for the mob of medical students, doctors, and nurses that would

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