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The 25th Hour of the 8th Day by Joshua Stedford
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Ongoing, First published Jul 03, 2017
This is a series of diary entries, articles and thoughts by a friend of mine who is a patient at The Royal Marsden Hospital in London.

Joshua was born in Croydon, London, and grew up just like everyone else, but when he was 15 he was diagnosed as having blood cancer, or leukemia. Since then his life has been one long round of hospital visits and treatment. Joshua is still fighting to get well and these are some notes from the frontline of that war. He - and me - would love you to read them and get back to us about what you think.
  
Yes, the subject is brutal, but Josh writes about his experiences in a raw, honest way that will move you and even make you laugh.
  
These snippets are not written in any particular order. One day, when Josh is better and he has a chance to get things organised, he might think about publishing them - until that time, you'll read them as he sends them out into the world.
  
  Join us on the front line...
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Chemo Therapy during 3rd Period

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Junior year was going pretty well. I was having so much fun till the start of second semester. Now instead of this life I had planned for myself. I was sitting in a hospital room staring out a window, with who knows what kind of toxins being pumped into my body to save me. People walked out on me. People walked into my life. But this journal, this is the place where I lay everything on the line. This is the one place in my life where there is still privacy. ************COMPLETED********************