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I’m looking at my little daughter lying on the hospital bed, her hand, in which a drip with chemistry is inserted. I want to wake up, open my eyes ... I can still see Natalka in the hospital. This is not a dream, although I would love to. Since Natalka was diagnosed with cancer, we have lived in ...