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David Cooperfield | David Cooperfield

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    Trouble loomed as I walked upstairs to get dressed for the third and final day of my first round of chemo. My mind and body had begun to betray me after another sleepless night fed by nausea and insomnia. I needed help in a big way. Mary Lou agreed to take me to Parma. Killing myself...