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For weeks, my 15-year-old daughter Kayla suffered from constant nausea and stomach pain, hiding inside her oversized hoodie and flinching at every touch. I knew something was horribly wrong, but the doctors kept brushing it off as teenage stress. Then, while washing her laundry, I found a hidden pocket inside her jacket , my blood boiling, and that night, I walked into the faculty dinner holding a baseball bat…

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I became her voice. I listed the vomiting, the exhaustion, the pain, the ghost she had become. Kayla sat on the crinkling paper of the examination table, staring blankly at her knees. Dr. Cole listened intently, a slight frown creasing his brow.

“Let’s run some bloodwork and get an ultrasound,” he said carefully. “Just to see exactly what we’re looking continue reading …

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