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Sunday, October 02, 2011

I wish I'd known this before I'd had chemo

Posted by Hilary Jane Margaret White at 6:37 PM

Labels: Fooling about

1 comments:

some guy on the street said...: And that's why they didn't give you straight cisplatin!; 8:32 PM

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