Dear Friends

Dear Friends, 

I know this is kind of late, but I just want to say that I dearly love
all of you. I’m remorseful for lying to you guys, I take it back. I didn’t go to
Chicago to visit my “family.” Last week I was diagnosed with Leukemia. They
transported me from the Memorial Hospital to Minnesota.  I
didn’t want you guys to see me like this. Stuck here in this hospice knowing
I’ll be gone in just a couple of days.

I personally didn’t know how to tell you guys. I thought about it for
days until I finally came to the conclusion that its better you guys don’t know.
On Thursday when Emily asked me why my hair kept falling out, I was left with no
answer. The treatment I had been taking was the answer to her question. In less
than four days I had already lost all my hair. After that I knew I’d be gone
soon....

Sitting in the Minnesota Hospital, room 203 was the hardest thing of my
life. I grabbed my phone multiple times and dialed all of your numbers. I would
lie on the hospital bed and stare at the red, torn down, ceiling. I came to the
decision that I’d rather just end all of this.  I’m sorry this is happening to you guys
right now, I know you guys wouldn’t want me to do this to myself, but it’s too
late. . . .



NOTICE: This letter is fictional and is meant to draw awareness
to teenage cancer.