March 2nd, 2013
Got a call from the hospital yesterday. Mom isn't doing so well. She hasn't eaten in a few days, and she refuses to get out of bed. When asked why, she told the nurse, "What's the point? I have no reason to live anyways." That just broke my heart. I'm not a good enough reason for her to live? Are her anti-depressants working? Or is she just past the point of caring? I don't need this fucking stress in my life right now, especially with the fact that it seems like since all this shit happened, my memory is failing faster. That's alI need, stress and memory loss.
Half of me feels sorry for Mom, but the other half is pissed off at her. I understand that it's the depression doing this to her, but I wish she would have a little hope. Is she really going to leave me here, alone, no parents? I already lost Dad. I don't want to lose her too.
I've got a doctor's appointment tomorrow, so I guess Dawn and her parents will have to take me. I asked Dawn about her brother this morning, and I immediately regretted it, because Dawn cringed when I asked. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.." I quickly said, and she smiled. "No, I want to tell you. It's just that you'll be the first person I've told about him..."
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The Art Of Remembering Yourself
Random15 year old Haleigh Safford has been living with an inoperable brain tumor since she was 12. Each day she loses more of her memory, and it wont be long before she loses every memory she has ever had. This is her journal, and her story.
