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don’t let it impact the way you treat me. I like coming to work, but if I start to feel as though you are giving me special treatment, or feeling sorry for me in any way, I will walk out of there faster than you can say my name. I am not fragile. I am just like everyone else. Please do not feel sorry for me. It wasn’t my fault I had cancer. It was just the luck of the draw. I got something no one wishes for or would wish on their worst enemy.” I took a drink of my coffee and looked over at her.
    “Laura, I don’t know what to say. I understand what you are saying, it’s just…how could I not treat you any different, now that I know?”
    “See, Becca, it’s already started. I am just asking you to treat me like everyone else. There is nothing you can do that can fix the things I have gone through. You can’t fix them and you cannot change them. That is a guarantee. The only thing you can do to help me in any way is to treat me just like you would any of the other girls. That’s it. That is all I ask.” I stood up and pushed my chair in. “Thank you for the coffee, but I really need to get home. I have a paper to finish and a class in the morning.” I smiled. “See, just your average everyday college student.”
    “Laura, wait. I will try. I can’t promise that I won’t ask you how you are feeling more often, or things like that, but I will try. I know how hard it was for you to tell me that, and thank you for trusting me with it.” She smiled genuinely as I turned to leave.
    I walked to my car, wondering to myself why I told her anything. I knew what happened when people found out. They treated me like an invalid. They treated me as if I was from a different planet. I wasn’t like them and they didn’t know how to react.
    I drove home mentally beating myself up for telling Becca anything. By the time I reached my apartment I was starting to feel a little bit better about my lapse in judgment. I changed my clothes into something a little more comfortable, and peeled the bandage from my arm. I pulled out my laptop and finished my paper.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
    The week flew by and before I knew it, it was Friday. I debated on staying in for the night, but after the long week of finals I’d had enough of being cooped up in my apartment studying. I jumped in the shower, scrubbed my body down, and shaved my legs.
    I got dressed and threw on a beanie. It was funny how at one point in my life I hated wearing hats, and now I never walk out the door without one on my head. I have made so many changes because my life decided to jump tracks in the middle of the night, and take a different path. I still haven’t figured out where this one is taking me. I just know it isn’t the one I planned for.
    I had big plans growing up, the same plans almost all little girls have. Meet a guy that sweeps you off your feet then fall madly and hopelessly in love with him, finish college, get a great job, and marry that man of your dreams. Have a big family with at least three kids, and the house with the white picket fence, none of those in any particular order, but all ending up the same, happily married with a great job, and children. Unfortunately, my track had taken me on an unwanted journey. The meet a great guy thing—I gave up on that dream. The kids—that wouldn’t happen, not anymore. I had had enough poison pumped through my veins that it was pretty much a lost cause to even hope or think about it.
    This path I was on had taken my fantasy and turned it into a reality and has caused more pain and loss than I ever thought I would have to deal with in my life. I had watched so many people come and go. Those people you meet in chemo, going through similar things, you become friends, and then they just stop showing up. Gone as though they never existed. I learned after the first few times that it’s better just to assume they are in remission. It’s a great thing to think about,