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I thought I was feeling strong enough to read this at work this morning, since I didn’t yesterday.  I was fine until this part:

“If I’m mad at anything in this, it’s that I’m not going to be able to have a son, I’m not going to be able to get married and have my own house,” he said, fighting back tears again. “Those are the things I’m mad about. But not dying.”