Dear Michael,
My chemotherapy is tomorrow. I get goosebumps whenever my mom mentions it. Even the thought of it makes me want to throw up.
My mom says after my chemo she had a giant surprise. This may sound insane but I seriously don't want any more surprises. This one was big enough, ya feel?
I feel like my mom lost her mind just a little bit. All she's been doing is running around. Meeting with my prinicpal, making appoitments, making sure the insurance is covering mostly everything. I can't imagine the amount of stress she's under.
I sort of feel bad for her. There she was, expecting her daughter to be a successful woman but it just turns out she might die young from Leukemia.
I dreamt with my grandma last night. She was brushing my hair and humming. It felt real, it felt so real Michael. I swear I could smell her sweet perfume and felt her fingers running through my hair. I think she was watching over me last night. It may sound creepy but I truly think it.
I really hope you're happy right now. I can't bear to think of you crying.
Love,
Natalie.
