Isobel gazed expectantly at me before asking her question. " Lau, are you going to die?"
" No, Iz, my genes are just rebelling. "
If I could laugh, I would, at the irony of those words and my naivete of the consequences of my sentence, because even smart little Izzy hadn't contradicted me.
In the coming weeks, however, I would find it very hard to laugh at chemo.
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Don't Forget About the Roses
General FictionLauren has been a nanny for the Rose family since three years before, when Mrs. Rose was diagnosed with Huntington's Disease at the age of 31. Since then, Isobel and Gracie Rose have been her life. She really loves those girls. But after an unexpect...
