Two and a half years ago my grandfather, Ama, died in his Amadeo home. I wasn't there when he went. I was busy with my internship stint at UP-PGH. But I cut my shift as soon as I learnt of this. He died of lung cancer. I remember how death didn't really sink in until I saw his coffin being carried to the house.
Since the start of my exposure to clinical practice in PGH, I knew I wanted to be involved in curing people with cancer. I don't know what lies ahead for sure, but I am ardently praying that the dreams that have been put in my heart will come into realization. I just got the results, and I know it's just the tip of the iceberg. I might be "one" after all, I'm hoping for the best.
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