Dear Diary, Leukemia’s been my life since I was eleven. Now, six years later, I want my life back. Only I’m not sure what that is. The test results came back today. 22,000. Which means I’m officially out of remission—again. I have three options: 1) Another round of chemo. 2) A super-new
Suicide. That’s what being with Kate Browdy is. She’s sick. And now my father has knocked her out because her immune system can’t deal with this virus. Seven years of fighting leukemia is destroying her. I can’t deal with this. I’m not strong like her. Survival instinct kicks in, so I do what I
They say time heals all wounds. What a load of bull. It’s been four years, and Kate’s voice still echoes in my mind. Every. Damn. Day. I numb her memory when it taunts me. In college, I drown her out with booze and easy lays. I can’t do what she asked. I can’t let her go. Not even when Lia
