MY PARENTS WALKED AWAY FROM ME AT THE HOSPITAL WHEN I WAS 13 — MY MOTHER WENT PALE WHEN THE DEAN CALLED MY NAME

unit was the darkest night of my life.

I lay in a hospital bed connected to IV lines, surrounded by machines that beeped and hummed through the darkness, feeling more alone than I had ever felt before.

By then, I wasn’t afraid of the cancer anymore.

I was afraid nobody would care whether I survived.

Then Rachel came in for her night shift.

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