My name is Susan Mitchell. I’m seventy-eight years old.
I’ve raised three children, welcomed six grandchildren, and watched three great-grandchildren become part of our family.
After living through so much, I thought there was very little left that could surprise me.
My husband, William, passed away fourteen years ago.
We had shared forty-eight years of marriage, and after losing him, I chose to remain in the home where we’d raised our children.
My family visited regularly, my neighbors looked after me, and I enjoyed a quiet retirement.
But six months ago, something unexpected began happening to my body.
At first, my waistline seemed slightly larger than usual.
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