A Surprise Visit

Dear Diary,

Today is a wonderful day here in the hospital. Everyone is talking about a Surprise Visit from someone famous. I wonder who it could be? Maybe it’s Brad Pitt! Or Justin Timberlake! He is so cute, maybe he will like me even though I’m sick. I love his songs!! Whoever this person will be, I am very excited to meet them. The nurses and other kids are all so happy, I feel like I could even get better and be healthy again! I will write you as soon as this magical day is over!

Your pal,
Emily

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Dear Diary,

I’m so cold. The famous person turned out to be Paris Hilton. At first, I was excited, but then I realized Justin Timberlake wasn’t coming. I asked Paris for an autograph, and she said her hand hurt, and that I should be happy that I even got to see her. She giggled and said that she wished I had beautiful hair like hers (her words) and that it must be hard living with my ugly bald head from the treatment. She asked if she could take a picture of me to show her friends because I looked so silly in my hospital gown (again, her words) and before I could say how that would make me sad she had already taken it.

I know I told you before that I thought I would get better, but now all that is left is the scent of whore and the icy chill of death, lingering in the air. I don’t know if I can go on anym