My Father said my admission to the college would be withheld till there was good news about my health. I know he's trying to protect me from knowing the truth; I'm not going to make it; I've embraced that already.I was diagnosed with chronic lymphocytic leukemia, and yes, I realized at the dying moment. I'm dying, folks. Cheers.Okay, now we're past that.5:45 pmI lay in my bed, my journal right in front of me, ticking the little boxes on my daily to-do list.I stayed home for my chemotherapy. Gosh, I hate the smell of hospitals.My chemo, Check.Washed oozy, check. Ozzy is my pet, a cockapoo.I went on to the next box in line, ready to tick, when I heard my father's call from the kitchen, where he was making a smoothie for the both of us.“Ellen love, come downstairs the blender isn't working right!” His loud voice shrieked from the kitchen.“Coming, Dad.” I scurried out of my bed, dashing into the bathroom to moisturize my pale face; looking back at my reflection in the mirror,
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