I was 14 when both of my parents were diagnosed with cancer at the same time. Being an only child, the ensuing years of hospitals, surgeries and chemo treatments were lonely ones.
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On the face of the matter, my decision to barnstorm the independent bookstores of America from border to border and coast to coast when I was supposed to be resting up from debilitating radiation treatments doesn't make a particle of sense.
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