{Friday, July, 10th. 11:15 am. }

First Lymphoma Cancer and now depression, what else is my doctor gonna diagnose me with? Insanity.

Probably since I have to take ten proscription pills a day and am forced to go to a overrated support group within 'The City Of Hope'. And the worse part is it's on Fridays, And today is Friday that means I start the support group today.

The group is as depression as you would anticipate with a group of teens with cancer. Basically your in a yellow brick room wall In the basement of the cancer center. You sit in a cycle around this colorful, bright colored rug. The bright side is the snack table in the corner of the room. After drinking a bottle of water from the table I sit in the circle,

I'm right beside this blonde male. He doesn't seem like he has cancer honestly, but most of these people don't. They seem like normal people. That is untill you are forced to share with the group.

When You introduce yourself you tell the group your Name. Age. Diagnosis. And how your treatment is going. I'm Louis. I say to the others. Seventeen. Lymphoma. And my treatment is going well.

After about thirty minutes we finally get around the whole circle of people. Including the Leader of the group, Liam.

Unlike the rest of us he already won his battle with prostate cancer and won it.
Making himself one hundred cancer free. That's the dream we all have.

I look around the room and after hearing all the peoples stories i feel almost all of the people in the circle will make it to adulthood cancer free just like Liam.

Liam soon stops talking about how happy he is that were here and fighting the battle together. They have a group hug, that I couldn't be apart in since my fragile body could've been bruised, we get to leave.

Finally I think to myself. I waste no time in leaving the building, avoiding everyone whose trying to talk to me in the process, getting into my mothers white Honda outside.

Me: "Never again" I sit down in the passenger seat. Looking out the window

Mother: "Its that or the Therapist. Decide which one you hate more" My mother chuckles, driving back to our home.

Even though it is gonna be the worse part of my Fridays I guess I'll pick the Support Group. I guess it is better then listening to a sixty year old women question me about every tiny piece of my life.