Willy did eventually come to see me. I told him to leave because I didn't want to get him sick and in the hospital, like me. He refused. He just came over and laid by me. We talked for hours and he went home to change. I assumed he wouldn't come back, but he did. And he never left. He stayed by my side the whole night and the whole next day. With the leukemia, I lose all my hair and I have about zero left. Which is depressing. I loved my hair but you know. You always have to say goodbye and you can't always hold on to things. "Breathe in. Breathe out. Move on." My favorite quote. Well besides 'love is just a word'. A few of my friends came to visit me and when they walked in they almost started crying when I heard one of them whisper "Stay strong for her". My heart broke to see them so tore apart. They are my world and now I have to say goodbye to them. I am to the point where I want no more visitors. I just want to lay here and die...alone...
