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Laura went to check on Marie while we waited for the analyzer to do its job. I stared at the machine and asked my mother to help. I always turned to her when something felt insurmountable. She was my rock, forever. She’d always been the one to tell me things would be okay.
I was wondering how it would all be okay when Laura walked back in with a thoughtful smile on her face.
“What?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Marie’s spirits are good. I always go by that. If she’s happy, then she has a good chance. Right now, she’s happy.”
I nodded. It was definitely a good sign that she was happy. “Is she feeling better?”
“Yeah, I think so. She has a little more color. People don’t realize how worn out they get, how much this takes out of them. I try to tell them, but people are so accustomed t
