I never knew until the day I was here. I was at the hospital laying on the bed. Reading and writing in a journal with pictures in it. My mom was right next to me sleeping in the hospital chair. I had cancer. I am 15 and my name is Lucy. I knew I was gonna die,but my mom believed I wasn't. I was bald and I looked ugly. I cried my-self to sleep every night. I was strong and brave though. I was calm and I knew it was going to happen someday. I always wanted to be a normal girl ,but no I had to be stuck like this. Continue??