"Faith?" I open my eyes to see my best friend Sara standing by my hospital bed with balloons.
I exclaimed, "Oh my gosh, Sara, you didn't have to do that!"
She answered back, "Well of course I do! You would do the same if I ?were sick, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah, I guess," I told her. She gave me the balloons and looked at her watch.
"Well, I got to go. Mom wants me home by 12. It was 11:50." That's not bad because she lives 5 minuets away. "Bye-bye" she said. I waved. A few minuets went by and I started to feel sick. I grabbed a bucket and vomit. Ugh I hate chemo. It feels like poison being put into your body and there isn't a thing you can do about it.
