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By KELLY WOODRUFF-POPE | ESPN Staff WriterThe following is an excerpt from an article originally published in the June 27, 2017 issue of ESPN The Magazine.

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This past Sunday, I sat in the waiting room of a hospital in Boca Raton, Florida, waiting for the first round of chemotherapy.

The nurse on duty was looking for my blood pressure.

I had taken a number of high-dose aspirin over the weekend, and the nurse was telling me it would be the first dose I had ever taken for my cancer.

The first dose had been two weeks ago, and I’d taken it twice in the past.

I’d been in remission for nearly three months.

The nurse was just finishing a two-day course of treatment.

I asked her if I could come back to work after I got my second dose of chemotherapy and she agreed.

I was a bit apprehensive about getting out of the hospital, but she seemed to have faith in me.

She said that doctors told me it was likely I would not have to get out of bed.

She reassured me that it was unlikely I’d have to take my medication.

The chemo was not very effective, and it would take a long time for my immune system to recover.

The next morning, I got a call from my mother, who had gotten in touch with me about an hour earlier.

The nurses had been waiting all day for my mom to get her blood pressure checked, and she told me to get there in an hour or two, if possible.

I made it in.

I woke up to a familiar feeling.

I woke up in my bed, and there was no blood in my arm, but I felt warm, warm, and then it was gone.

I don’t remember exactly what happened, but the next morning I woke in a different room.

I wasn’t able to get my blood tested.

I went to the doctor and was told that I was at the Mayo Clinic, which was my favorite hospital in the world.

I felt like I was in the middle of a miracle.

I thought that was pretty cool.

But the nurse said, “You have cancer.

Your tumor is gone.

You’re out.”

I don’t know if it’s because I was expecting it or because I thought I’d be okay.

My cancer has been aggressive, but it’s not spread as far as other cancers, so I didn’t think it would happen.

My first chemo went well, and after about five days I was able to move around freely.

I could eat my breakfast, go to the gym, and do other things.

I had to wear a mask all day to protect my eyes and nose.

I’m not allergic to the radiation, but my skin and hair were red and my skin looked redder than normal.

I took a lot of anti-nausea medications.

The next day, I was taking my third round of chemo and, after two weeks, I had an injection.

The fourth round of the treatment was more aggressive.

I got it in two days and felt pretty good.

It’s a really good medicine, and they put a lot more on my body than what was on my arm.

My mother told me she was very impressed.

I’ve known my mother for 25 years.

She has two sons and three grandchildren, and my mother had a wonderful job as a nurse when she was a kid, so she had the best experience of all the nurses at Mayo.

When she started working in the medical field, I took my first chemobust in 1993, when I was 15.

I’ve been taking it every day ever since, and when I first saw my mom take the first chemoprevention pill in 1992, I thought she would be able to do it.

But she had to go to surgery the next day because the tumor had gotten so big that the surgery was not possible.

My mom had to have surgery in 1993 because she had a tumor that was bigger than my left shoulder.

My mom was my primary care physician for about 25 years, and for that, I’m very grateful.

I feel like she’s been the best person for me.

I think that’s how she has managed to have the best life.

I miss her so much, and we are blessed to be together.

I have a great relationship with my mother.

I still talk to her, but not as often as I would.

I got my diagnosis of melanoma in November.

I started my chemo in December.

I did not have the response that I expected, and by February, the tumor was so big I could barely walk and my mom had a catheter inserted in my leg to keep it from bleeding.

The tumor got bigger and bigger, and

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