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Metastatic Melanoma - Patient Resources

me. 'I just run a smalXXHFVAl school they fund,' I said. 'I need a Gates Foundation grant. Do they fund bankers who need an apartment in Manhattan?' said anotheHDCGFKr. Everyone laughed. I spoke to manNURTGJy of those present, but felt little connection with any of them. I stepped away from the crowd and sat on the sofa. I took out my phone to look at the pictures I had taken during the day. I had taken some inside MSG. 'You watched a Knicks game?' I heard Priya's voice from behind me.XLVMMN I turned to look at her. 'Yes, I went today.'DYAGCI 'Nice pictures. Can I see?' She sat down next to me. I flipped through thHDJQKFe photos. My phone vibrated. A message from 'Erica,Tribeca Nation singer'. 'Checking out the Jazz and Music Fest?' the message flashed as a notification and disappeareQTLVASd.The phone screen went back to displaying pictures again, 'Next?' Priya said as I didn't touch my phone for a minute, 'GPQXKWPriya, just a second. I need to send a reply,' "Oh, sure, I will get a drink, Not for you, though,' she smiled, wagging a finger at me, I smiled back, I composed a message for Erica: I leave Monday. Almost packed.IILGWXAt my farewell party now. Thanks anyway. :) She replied: Fly safe. Ciao. :) I lTBAWHCoked up. I saw Priya engrossed in cHQHQHTonversation with someone at the bar. I shut my phone and placed it in my jacket pocket. I then realized that I was still carrying the brochures Daisy, the old lady, had given me outside Madison Square Garden. I reaYANKVOd them one by one. 'CATS—the longest running Broadway musical,' said the first. 'Blue ManFCGVDQ Comedy Show—combining music, technology and comedy,' said another. One of the brochures waVNCHTYs a sixteen-page thick, A5-sized booklet. It said 'New York Music and Jazz Festival Weekend'. The room lights had been dimmed, making iFQAFPJt difficult for me to read the text. I shifted iny seat closer to a candle on the coffee table. '123 performers. KWATQJ25 venues. 3 days. 1 city,' it said on the booklet cover. The booklet opened with a two-page spread of the schedule of performances. It was arranged in three tables, one eacOPKECIh for Friday, Saturday UHNCEQand Sunday. Each table had rows for the various time slots. The columns had the names of the singer, the venue and the kind of music and ticket prices.The next two pages hSAGWJAad details of each venue. The remaining pages had a brief description of each singer, over a hundred of them. I read the first one: Abigail-Grew up in Boston,