Amy's Notebook

The Month Of May

Dedicated to the actual Amy Goodfield. I will love you forever, girl.

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May 10th, 2010

Dear Notebook,

Hi. My name is Amy Goodfield. I am 16 years old, and live in New York, New York. I have four siblings; two brothers (17 and 6 years old), and two sisters (12 years and 4 months). I have dark red hair, that waves on and on until it hits my waist. I have deep green eyes.

Today is my birthday. You were my one and only birthday present from my entire family. They think that I actually want to write all of my problems down in a stupid paper book. Well, here I go.

I have stage two cancer. I have strait D's. I suck at pretty much all sports. My name is too short. I have no dad. I am messed up in the head. So messed up, in fact, that I happen to love to watch Katy Perry music videos on youtube. Who knew?

 I could drone on and on, but you don't want to be held down by all of that crap do you?

Hmm? You want to know the positives in my life? That's a tough one. I think a positive is that I am going to die in three months, and I'm stuck still going to school, oh, and writting in you. My mom told me she is going to hold me to completing a journal entry every evening.

Fun.

And you think that I am done complaining? Well then, wait 'till I REALLY get going. I have to pee. I'll write in you later. If I have to.

~Amy.

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May 12th, 2010

Dear journal,

Wow. Can you believe that I got away from 'sharing' in you? My mom was to involved in work last night to remind me, so she let that night slide. Thank god.

I am swamped right now with my GIANT history assignment. I have to make the 50 states (hand drawn, OF COURSE) with all of the different types of Native Americans. And, as an added bonus, I have to pick three and do a compare and contrast of their four main lifestyles. I really have no friggin' clue. I am as dumb as can be.

I mean, do you think I would seriously be paying any attention when I literally have months to live. So, more about my cancer? Well, I have Lukemia. Basically, its when your bone marrow becomes infested with mutant cancer cells. Eventually, the cancer will spread if not treated (No DUR).

I am getting bored of writting in you. Bye.

~Amy.

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May 14th, 2010

Dear journal,

The doctors believe that I need a bone marrow transplant. But, it's more of a precassion. They would just feel I would be better off with it. I really don't want surgery, so I told them No. Yep, that's what I said. Word for word. No.

Well, since I'm not getting a transplant of my bone marrow, I was hoping I could get some pizza but NOOOOO. Mom wanted to prepare a special crock pot dinner with yams, and the most discusting, stringy pork in the entire world. Yay.

Ugh, it's time to ingest the poison. Cya.

~Amy.

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