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Lucy
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Hi my name is Lucy and I am 13 now. I was diagnosed with bone caner just a few days ago. IT SUCKS. I just don't get it why me why now why? It is July 24 now and my birthday is July 30. I haven't told any of my friends yet. I am afraid. Will they still like me . Are they afraid of me. In just a few days almost all my hair with be gone because of the chemotherapy. Strands of my hair have been falling out every now and then. I don't like it. School start in just 20 days. I haven't talked to anybody since I was diagnosed. I don't plane on talking to anybody until school starts. Mom says I should go out with my friends while I can but I don't see the point if I am just going to die. Well dad says I will survive but I don't believe it. I just don't under stand. Anyway my birthday is in just six days now and all my friend are texting me asking what I am doing for my birthday. I just ignore them. I just don't care. I hate this.
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