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• 2004-08-26
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• gotten scholarships, top 10 in H.S., various awards in certain subjects, spelling and geography champ. Getting myself to college!
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• forever- when I was like 7 years old
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• Boogiepop Phantom,Dragonball Z, Serial Experiments Lain, Fullmetal Alchemist, Samurai Champloo, Rurouni Kenshin, Tenchi Muyo/Universe/in Tokyo, Cowboy Bebop, Paranoia Agent, Geneshaft, Witch Hunter Robin, Inuyasha, Escaflowne, .Hack//Sign, Ayashi no Ceres
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• pass all my class this year!
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• I play an instrument at school, good at drawing anime ^_^




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myOtaku.com: Exiled Empress


Tuesday, October 5, 2004

   ...continued from the last post...
( sorry for not updating n' stuff...I bet I left everyone just hanging...lol. Here goes...)

I never thought it would be as serious as this. I've heard stories of people with cancer whose hair fell out. I only hoped that there was a quick remedy for all this.
My parents discussed with the doctors ways to combat my illness. I kept hearing the word medulloblastoma...was that what it was called? My parents looked devastated...but I knew that it was more then my illness...it was the cost of all the necessary treatments to save my life. My parents didn't look so sure how they were going to pay for all of that.
The doctor had said that he needed a biopsy first to be sure exactly what kind of tumor it was. All I wanted right then was to go back home at my hometown Osaka and live again at our old house. I didn't pay much attention to what was happening around me. My mom would be crying, my dad would be stressed, and my brother worried. I daydreamed most of the time I was there. It was the only thing that helped me keep my mind off the terrible reality. About four days later after being at the hospital, unable to go home, the doctor came in with nurses. They moved me to another bed and pushed me out.
"Where am I going?" I asked to one of the nurses.
" To the surgery room"
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