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How My Sister's Death Forced Me to Focus on My Lupus
It was a Sunday afternoon. I got a call from my mother saying my sister passed out, please come home. I grabbed water and my purse and began the two-hour drive to the hospital. I arrived at the ER and as I was hugging my mother the physician on call summoned us to “the room.” The room is that place they take you to give bad news. And that’s just what we were getting.
