My anger is dissipating and being replaced by fear. In July of 2007 a young lady with Neurofibromatosis Type 2, who I had become friends with via myspace went into her third surgery at U of M Hospital in Ann Arbor. Prior to her surgery we chatted about how we lived our lives with NF and promised we would be there to chat if we ever needed someone to talk to. Ashley went into surgery with great expectations and sadly she didn't make it out. :(
I am not afraid to die, but I am not ready to leave my family and friends behind. I have to much I want to do in life.
Or what if I can't walk/talk/see/hear? I don't want to become a vegetable with a master degree.
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