MY father practiced law in our hometown, Maplewood, N.J., and my mother took care of our family of six children. I was the fifth child, probably destined to follow my father into the legal profession. But at 13, I found a lump on my neck. At first, the doctors thought it wasmumps or maybe a tooth infection, but after a biopsy, Hodgkin’s disease was diagnosed.
In those days, parents consulted with doctors behind closed doors, and no one told me anything. I could feel the fear around me and thought I was dying. Then, in 1968, as I was being readied for tumor removal surgery, I overheard the nurse say it was Stage 4 Hodgkin’s. I had no idea what that meant, but when I returned home from the hospital, I looked it up in our encyclopedia
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