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My mum is really sick, not so much anymore, but she still isn't great. It's been like this for years. I always ask her how's she's doing, and she always, without fail says "it's all good".
I say back to her "no, it's not. you're ill".

I asked her again today, and today she told me why.
She said: 
"It's all good, Eliza, because it has to be. Am I dying? No. I'm just recovering. It's a slow process, but it's all good. Why is it all good? Because there is always someone in the world who is worse off than you. So it's all good. It has to be".
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