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That word has been filling my ears far too frequently. In the last couple of months, several people I know have had to permanently add that dreaded word to their vocabularies.
It’s makes me mad. It makes me sad. It makes me feel helpless.
This sense of helplessness takes me back to the same emotions I felt several years. Below, I am republishing a column I wrote in 2005 for The Kentucky Standard. It was written when a dear friend—now my husband—learned his father was facing cancer.
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