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Is it Fate?

Chapter 1

It has been 3 years since I lost my parents. Fortunately i had alex here for me when i went through that traumatic experience. We are now 19, almost 20 and we have our own apartment together. We moved in just about 2 months ago. Alex and I have been friends since 5th grade and I am so lucky to have her as my best friend. Lately I haven't been feeling well so Alex scheduled a doctors appointment for me.

"Hey Meg, don't forget you have an appointment at 1 today at St. Francis." Alex reminded me.
"Yeah i know. Thanks again for that." I told her. She was leaving for work so I had about 2 hours until i needed to leave. I decided to watch the movie my sisters keeper because it happened to be on TV.

About two hours later I was crying uncontrollably because that movie makes me so sad. I couldn't imagine how the little girls felt. Knowing that she was dying and trying to be happy had to be so difficult. Anyways, I cleaned myself up and headed over to my appointment.

My doctor examined me and couldn't seem to find anything sickness like the flu. She did however have a strange look on her face. She told me to stay here for just a minute while she went to find another doctor. That is so weird. If she couldn't find anything then why would she need to go find another doctor?

They came in about 10 minutes later and told me that i needed to have a breast examination done.

"Why do I need that done? " I asked.
"Well honey, We think we know what is wrong but we need to check before we can start treatment." My doctor said.
"Treatment?" I asked.
"Well Meg, We think you have cancer.." WHAT!
No no no no no. This can't be possible. Not after everything I have already gone through in my life. This isn't fair.
I let them do the examination and then they told me i had to get a scan done.
The results would come back tomorrow so They told me to go home and rest for now. I barely made it to my car before the tears came pouring out.

I called Alex crying and explained to her what the doctors said. She was in shock and promised me that I would be okay and that she was here for me. I can't believe this is actually happening. I have no way of telling someone how i feel without them feeling bad for me. I dont want people to feel bad for me. I want a normal life, where people can judge me based off my personality, not my sickness and losses. That was when i decided to go buy a journal.

I began writing for the next few weeks and i was slowly filling in my journal with my story, my feelings.