Sentences with phrase «kids dies of cancer»

Why do kids die of cancer?

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i want you to know that am a widower with no kid i lost my late wife 4 years ago she died by breast cancer and am tired of been alone that is why i decided to doulike.com to look for that special person to spend the rest of my life with i want you to also know that am not here for one night standing hope you are not here for that also??

Life takes a nasty swerve when his dad (Mandy Patinkin) announces he can no longer pay for the kids» yeshiva fees because he's dying of cancer and needs the money for an experimental New Age treatment.

I feel guilty criticizing it because it's about a kid running a marathon to save his mom from dying of cancer.

Jimmy Gator (Hall, The Insider) is the host of the longest running game show, «What Do Kids Know» and is dying of cancer.

I saw films with stories about finding happiness even with cancer (Me and Earl and the Dying Girl), the struggles of addiction (I Smile Back), transgender women in Los Angeles (Tangerine), post-apocalyptic love triangles (Z for Zachariah), a teenage girl's sexual awakening (The Diary of a Teenage Girl), relationships between interviewer and interviewee (End of the Tour, True Story), washed up Olympians (The Bronze), two kids who go for a joy ride (Cop Car), psychological studies (The Stanford Prison Experiment), lesbian lovers coming - of - age (The Summer of Sangaile), being a single parent (People, Places, Things), and geeky kids learning how to grow up (Dope).

He'd already been married in Marin, had four kids, got divorced, raised his two sons Mike and Lad (been given the «mother of the year» award by his local PTA), discovered the woman next door had cancer (they'd been having an affair while he was married to his first wife, who'd moved to Hawaii with his two daughters), married her, watched her die in their bed, taken a shower, called the undertaker, buried her, and a few years short of fifty, moved into this massive, six - apartment - sized penthouse apartment by himself.

I mean, do we really have to play this game, where because I'm who I am and you're who you are, we pretend that the word «fuck» doesn't exist, and while we're at it, that the action that underlies the word doesn't exist, and I just puke up a bunch of junk about how some teacher changed my life by teaching me how Shakespeare was actually the world's first rapper, or about the time I was doing community service with a bunch of homeless teenagers dying of cancer or something and felt the deep call of selfless action, or else I pull out all the stops and give you the play - by - play sob story of what happened to my dad, or some other terrible heartbreak of a thing that makes you feel so bummed out you figure, what the hell, we've got quotas after all, and this kid's gotten screwed over enough, so you give me the big old stamp of approval and a fat envelope in the mail come April?