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“We are taking Adrienne home. She wouldn’t want to be here. I understand the risks. You can’t talk me out of it, so don’t try. Now let’s do what needs to be done and get her home as soon as possible.”
Without flinching, Casey nods and says, “Okay.”
Later, she tells me upon that first impression, her nickname for me was “Andrea Don’t-fuck-with-my-family Wilson.”
Adrienne’s sketch (found after her death)
Better Off Bald chronicles my sister Adrienne’s 147-day battle with liver cancer; the book also shows how I reared Adrienne from the time she was eight until she died at the age of fifteen. For more information about primary liver cancer, go to Blue Faery: The Adrienne Wilson Liver Cancer Association.
