It was September 17, 2015, when I heard the news. When I was told my usual so-told migraines were not migraines at all, but instead an inoperable brain tumor that would eventually kill me. It has been six months since that tragic day, and miraculously I'm still alive. The doctor told me I had five months to live. Only five months. However, that doctor didn't know I was a fighter. That the 15-year-old girl, who he at that moment was telling her fatal future, was going to battle this illness till she breathed her very last breath. I stretched right as the well-known nurse, Susanne walks in with a full tray of the nasty hospital food. "Morning Cali!" Susanne sang in her cheerful mood as always. "Morning Susanne " I moaned as I propped my
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