Author: Melinda
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The last time I saw my father
The last time I saw my father, I was about thirty-five.He was wearing a long-sleeved blue shirt, cancer-skinny, tall. An essay on death and losses in life.
Melinda
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My husband’s cancer—one year down the road
The haematologist said that my husband can opt to “watch and wait” for his lymphoma treatment. An essay on struggles of life.