In February 2018, Laurie Brooks was told she had six months to a year to live. After the prognosis, she started each morning under a cloud of anxiety, grief, and anger. At night, she struggled to sleep, ruminating on distressing thoughts: Will I live long enough to see my son get married? Will I miss out on becoming a grandma? Even on days something good happened, she wondered: Is this the last time?
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