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I have two sons. My oldest turns 26 this year. He’s terminally ill. I’ve been watching him suffer for years, but I am unable to ease his pain. The disease has taken away this chance for a normal life; his youth, dreams, and independence. As a mother, I have been slowly dying with him every day, t...