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The first time my mom had cancer and I cared for her, she was treated in a large regional hospital. I found a waiting area there that was full of sunlight and works by Chagall. It was so peaceful, such a beautiful space between events. I often think of that waiting area now, caring for Mom again in a different time zone, and wish I could find such a place.

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