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Twenty-Eight Years ago today, my world collapsed when my daughter Katherine was diagnosed with leukemia. The day before, I had insisted on a CBC to discern whether she had anemia or leukemia. It seemed surreal to say those words, yet this doctor, finally, had to agree that her dramatic bruises and constant low-grade fevers were textbook symptoms. I hoped I was just being paranoid. Her pediatrician…