Another day...
Now I'm sitting and I wonder why exactly I'm sick with this disease... I always think that will be better. But now... Now it is so much worse. I'm really afraid of operation. Everyday I think about it all the time and sometimes cry. I know... Other people have more serious diseases than me, but... It sticks in my gizzard. But who knows... Medicine is growing in strength. Doctors might be able to find a cure for the disease. I hope anyway :)
And by the way... I miss you so much my sweetheart. I'm so glad, that I have you.

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