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Black Girl, Rare Cancer

Chaos ensues.

During my senior year of high school, I was diagnosed with angiosarcoma (which I Googled immediately… and shouldn’t have).

There are only four things I remember about that cancer diagnosis. How sweaty I was, how angry my mom looked, how much my dad cried, and how incredulous the doctor seemed.




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Ashley Strahm

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Jersey roots, Durham fruit. Committed to justice, enthralled by stories, and inspired by an equitable future for us all.

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