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January 11th. That’s the day my life split into “before” and “after.”The MRI room is cold, the kind of cold that seeps into your bones and makes your teeth want to chatter even if you’re not nervous. But I am. Dr. Vaheed sits across from me in the small consultation room, his hands folded like he’s trying to keep them from shaking. The scan images are still lit up on the monitor behind him, the black-and-white slices of my body that now mean something.“It’s osteosarcoma,” he says.Bone cancer.I stared at the floor. I’m nineteen years old, qua...
"Zach... Hey... Wake up."A soft voice pulls me from sleep. A voice I know. A voice of someone I’ve wanted to see for a long time."Joyce?" My eyes snap open, adjusting in the dim glow from the streetlight outside my window. She’s standing at the foot of my bed, as beautiful as I remember her.For a second, I just stare. Joyce has never been to my house, let alone my room. In high school, we barely talked. She was always surrounded by friends, and I was always busy with games and training. The moment we were alone, I was too angry to talk reaso...
This is my best birthday party ever!The house is full. I can’t remember the last time it was this way and I don't know since when I've become so popular, so loved, so... celebrated. But this year, every single person I could have wished for is here.My mom has never skipped my birthday, not once, so it's good to see her again today, smiling in the way she does when she’s both happy and a little overwhelmed. She’s not as busy as usual with the cooking or decorations or running around with trays of food, but she did choose my dress. Soft lavend...
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