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You think you know what it is like to be sick. You have never been sick like me. I am the proud founder of the new disease, Jennoid. It is even named after me, Jenna. The doctors say it appears to be a combination flu, and cancer. Six months ago, the doctors said I had about three years to live. Now I have one.
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"I'm sorry, James. The tests were positive. You have cancer," the doctor said. In that moment, I felt my entire world crumble. Everything I knew, everything I loved, I would have to say goodbye to. How was this even fair? I'm 23 years old, I haven't lived yet, haven't experienced much, and yet I was going to die. I might have just given up completely if it wasn't for her. She is the only reason I am still alive, yet she can't know of my disease. She can't know anything. I just have to pretend that everything is going to be okay before I have to say goodbye, before I run out of time.

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