22/04/2016
Dear Diary,
I am having chemotherapy. When I flew into a rage about not having chemo, Mum put her foot down and started screaming (which was the first time I had ever heard her scream). It was scary. Jason, Rachel and I huddled together terrified.
After mum's temper subsided, I caught her crying. She was more fearful than I was. She doesn't want to loose her baby; she said. She wanted me to get better, to get a degree, to have kids and have a life.
It's funny because just yesterday we were just kids playing soldiers and fighting wars. We pretended to be doctors and have our dream weddings. Now that feels so distant like it was always a fragment of my imagination.
Time and tragedy have forced us to grow too quickly.
Until next time
Hayley
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