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...passed away in 1989. We were married for 39 years. He was ill for two years with bladder cancer and then bowel cancer. He was originally given three months to live, and he just would not accept this. He wanted to live. At the very end, I called his pain specialist at Memorial Sloan-Kettering. She said, "I can't help him unless he comes into the hospital." Even after all these years I still cry when I think about it--he wanted life so much that he was willing to go back into the hospital. There just wasn...
...name has not been released, had just been dropped off by his aunt, less than 20 ft. from the school door. Driving away, she heard a loud sound andturned around to see her nephew on theground. His science teacher, Karen Pumphrey, walked out to find the boy grimacing in pain. "I've been shot," he told her. Suffering from injuries to the spleen, stomach, pancreas, lung and diaphragm, he is in critical but stable condition...
...Using acutely-observed humor to explore the pain of growing up, Lynda Barry's "One Hundred Demons" masterfully captures that period in all our lives when we begin to feel alone in the world. Fictional or not, Barry's demons have the kind of authenticity that make them totally real...
...When Jianli saw those vendors, he would quietly tell them to quickly run away before others catch them and beat them. From that young age, he could feel the pain and hardship people lived. I was very touched by his kind heart...
...guys cooking behind the open grill were an entirely different story. Pumped up by their testosterone-fueled reaction to open fire (hot! dangerous!), and buoyed by the fact that they were causing diners to cry in pain, they were a rowdy, and extremely cheerful, bunch. As I ordered the Infamous Pasta from Hell ($8.50) with habañero sausage and oil-pickled chili peppers, at seven bombs the hottest dish on the menu, they laughed in glee. “When you eat it,” cackled the chef closest to my table, “don?...