Dear Diary,

It’s been a year since I was told my cancer was incurable, and that I had about 18 months left. My parents were devastated. While sad for them, all I could feel for myself was relief. No more hospitals, sickness, pain, and watching the people I care about suffer. They’ll be sad for awhile, but the burden of my illness will be over. Ever since I was young, I had this recurring dream of...