My husband, Clay Felker, died 17 years after his first cancer due to secondary conditions that developed from treatment.
I love being out there on the mound with the ball in my hand. I can control the game. I'm out there. No clock - nothing happens until I throw that thing. Nothing happens. I love that feeling.
I am a good sewer. My mother taught me how to sew.
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