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The Last Cell - Part 1

Chace May Kate is a 13-year-old girl, suffering from cancer. She doesn't know if her parents actually love her, or if they have to love her because of her sickness. This is a very sad story that everyone needs to read. It will literally make you cry.
I was born on may 19th, 2000. My destiny is different from what everybody hopes for. Love. Everyone wants that magical feeling. Some people don't get it. I will never know if I am loved, or if my sickness makes them love me. There is a difference you know. Would my family be able to live without me, or could they not live without me? I guess, I will never really know, but my story pretty much sums it up.

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May 19th, 2012

I was born 12 years ago, in the Mercy hospital in Los Angeles, California. 5 lbs. 3 oz. 2:20 am, that's when Chace's name was added to the government's birth records. I was a perfectly normal baby. There was nothing wrong with me at this time.

My mom's name is Andrea. She is 37 years old, medium-sized and really skinny for have giving birth to 3 children. She is a brunette. My dad on the other hand is a short, plump man with brown hair. I have 2 brothers, Avery and Andy. They are 15 and twins, if you hadn't gotten the memo.

My dad is the manager at Sears, and my mom is a stay-at-home mom. She was pretty much forced to quit when I got sick. I will never know if she loves me, or if she did it for my sickness, and didn't have another option.

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May 22nd, 2012

I guess you could say, I was really close to both my brothers. I would always be turbine they went to, when they had a fight or something. When I turned 3, I started to get tired a lot more. I thought 3 was the lucky number, 3's the charm, I guess not. God picks what life we have right? I guess, he just chose mine to be bad. It was that one day - August 3rd, 2003, I went to the doctor with my mom. A couple of hours later all I knew was that I had leukemia. I just remember my mom's face. It looked like her world had ended, all because of me.
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