The first dream for my imagined future self that I can recall starts with a sound. I was maybe 5 years old and I wanted to click-clack. The click-clack of high heels on a shiny, hard floor. I have a briefcase. I am walking purposefully, click-clack-click-clack. That is the entire dream. I dreamed of being…...


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  • Jodi K.
    Jodi K.

    It's so frustrating to me to hear what you went through. And to lose your daughter on top of every else just makes me disgusted. Yes, I am a white woman, and I've had to fight for my own medical care. I feel like I'm expected to do my own research, suggest to the doctors what needs to be done, and hope they go for it. Our medical system is so messed up! I'm so sorry for your lost. 🤗❤️

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