March 1, 2017:
Today, I had a follow up doctor's appointment. Both specialists recommend that I try chemotherapy, but I'm not going to. If I'm going to die, I want to do it as naturally as possible, given the circumstances. I don't want to be nauseous all the time or watch my hair fall out. I don't want my parents to see me in pain constantly because, yes, I'm going to move back in with them. I want the cancer to attack my body as painlessly as possible, and this is the way to do it, even if it means I won't live as long.
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The Journal // luke hemmings
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