Dear Diary,

I thought I'll do this since this a diary. You' wouldn't mind right? Oh gosh, what am I saying...you're just a dairy...a book.

The days went by quickly and it was already a week since I was here. Most of the time, I was dizzy and sleepy due to the medications but recently I've been feeling more alive and active. 

The doctor said that that was the results of the new medication I'm taking, just taken from some lab. Haven't been tried out yet...I wonder if it's safe... 

The days had been rather boring, father had work and Alex was going to a community college. It was something I urged him to do, stopping his life for me... It didn't seem right. 

I'm not if the medications were working or not, but I do feel great, very optimisic too. Is that the work of the drugs? 

Oh, I should talk, no write about something happy, shouldn't I? Well, for one, the medications didn't cause all my hair to fall off. 

I've been reading lately, more like there was nothing else to do. All of medical books and what not, I read about the situation I was it. The doctor said, my condition was a bit different from the ....others. 

I wasn't quite sure what he meant, but now I think I have a feeling. Mutations and evolutions, they called it. Or was it genomes? Anyways... living things and stuff they mutate and evolve to survive in their current world. Diseases too , they change and change to go along with their situation. 

Cancer...has just evolved into a new type of cancer. No yet avaliable name and I happen to the first to have it. Yipee? 

The medications for this new cancer don't cause hair to fall off! Second, I was finally moved out of the special hospital room. 

It was lonely there, the machinery was there and all the test and stuff. But the doctor deemed my condition stable, for now. 

I was moved to the regular rooms! I even have a nice roommate. My roommate is a boy name Angel. A very unusual name for a boy, but it fits him quite well. Angel is an angelic little boy. 

An angelic little boy who has a Polio. He's only 6 years old! 

I'm happy. For what? I dont even know sometimes. 

I have a family who loves me. I have the music I love so much. I have something I love to do. 

Yet, I cant stop the tears from falling. Why am I crying? 

I don't want to die. 

All this time I've been acting headstrong and all, but who was I kidding? I was just a 15 year old girl, dying was just ... unusual. 

I also miss him. Didn't he say he was coming? 

That liar. 

Chapters aren't going to very long , now and stuff. :O (More diary-like?) LOL, im so confused. The author is confused. This is baddd.