It was Mom's day. She always made me feel better about myself and telling me how beautiful I am, and how loved I am. Today, I got to experience having a hospital roommate, and it was the best day of my life. Her name is Ava, Ava had Leukemia to, but hasn't been fighting as long as I have. Ava was 15 and I was 8, almost 9. We got along pretty well and laughed, talked about home,talked about food,and talked about old Disney shows. Ava had Saige as her doctor just like I did, but Saige didn't help Ava like she did me. Because I was weak, I couldn't sit up, I couldn't eat, and I couldn't walk easily. It was all the beginning for Ava.
It had been weeks since I had seen Ava. She somehow didn't have an "as severe condition" than I did. I cried because Ava was my friend. My only friend. My mom and her mom Shelly got along so well, it was like they had already met. I miss Ava. And I've only known her for 4 weeks.
Ava came back 2 days later more sick than ever. She was so weak. Just like me.