One of the many memories I have of St. Jude is my 12th birthday. My mom and I just arrived home from St. Jude. It was not long before the phone rang and my mom answered it. After she hung up the phone she told me we would have to return to the hospital.
The doctors had told her due to the after effects of chemotherapy and radiation, I had to have metal pins inserted into my hips. I remember the night after the surgery my mom was crying and I had asked her why. She said she was sad I had to spend my birthday in the hospital, so I responded, "At least I get to have another birthday."
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