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The hospital became a very familiar place for me at the age of 19; as my mother went through all the necessary steps leading up to her operation, she was diagnosed with a benign brain tumor, although it was benign it was pressing on a major vessel blocking the proper flow of blood to her brain. As the doctors explained to us what needed to be done and that all the hard work would begin once the operation was over, I knew right then and there that my mother needed me now more than ever. Fast-forward two months later the day of the operation, sitting in the waiting room with my sister the longest five hours of my life which felt like an eternity. As we waited and prayed and waited some more The nurses and patient care technicians comforted

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