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• 1987-03-28
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• 2004-08-26
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• student/ college student
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• guess mai name and win $1.0x10^6

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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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• nothing, um...writing stories, drawing ( i have lots of fan art but I don't have a scanner ::cries::)
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• I play an instrument at school, good at drawing anime ^_^




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myOtaku.com: Exiled Empress


Wednesday, October 20, 2004

   ...continued from last post...
My dad came back into the room with a relieved face.
"Our family in Osaka has offered to help us pay for Ami's treatment," he said.
My mother stood up relieved.
"They said that they will support us financially for her treatment."
For some apparent reason, my hopes of living was regained.

For the following months, the chemotherapy took a toll on me.
If it wasn't nausea or vomiting it was something else. I became susceptible to infections, so I had to be careful when I went outside.
My hair of course began to fall out. It was a terrible experience. Sometimes I just felt like giving up. But seeing the other kids in the hospital in the same situation as me, gave me the strength to fight on.Most days I would spend them in bed feeling terribly weak. My parents kept me in the hospital because they felt that I was safer in here in case something happened.
It didn't take long before I got used to the hospital atmosphere. Nurses rushed back and forth, other cancer patients undegoing through complications...
I met new kids who also had medulloblastoma. Another girl that I had met had terminal cancer. Her name was Yumi.
Kids at the hospital would tell me she had been fighting cancer for six years and was seen as a strong warrior. She maintained the hope for many of the kids there. In my sixth month of treatment, the shy 13 year old Yumi had been rushed to the emergency room, or so I was told. Yumi died that day, but was still alive in many of the kids' hearts and mine.

In memory of my Jr.High Buddy and H.S. friend,

Joel
R.I.P
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