Personal Narrative: A Person With Terminal Cancer

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I write to you in the most dire of circumstances unfortunately I have been diagnosed with terminal cancer. I don't know how long I have. In the last weeks i've been thinking of you and hassan. It's been a hard adjustment for Amir and I living in America few things are the same as they were. Once in America I found a job working at a gas station twelve hours a day six days a week. Once our life had become more stable I decided that we needed some other way to get money so me and Amir started working a market booth that's when I started feeling under the weather. It seemed harmless at first until I started coughing up blood. We ended up going to the hospital when they found a spot on my lung they sent me to a specialist and they told me that

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