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A tale of two photos. Back around the time the pic on the left was taken, I got a bad diagnosis. "It's not that I mind dying," I prayed, "Lord knows I've had a great life. But he's just 8. Too young to lose his mama. Please, please just give me a chance to raise him." Well, next week this guy turns 21. A grown man by any measure. And here's me on the right, just this morning, fat and happy. My wish came true! So if you ever hear me complain about anything, or wish for more, please hush me. I've already been the luckiest girl alive, and that's enough.