Katie was my best friend since kindergarten. We knew everything about each other. She was my sister I never had and always wanted. My name is Harley Young my friend, Katie, was diagnosed with cancer two weeks ago. Katie is the strongest person I know, I don't think I've ever seen her cry. Even when her dad died. When I heard the news I felt like I was going to be sick. My mom offered to drive me to the hospital to see her. When we got there, I could barely open the door, when I did, I looked in and saw the same strong person I've always known. Just, in a hospital bed. She smiled when she saw me, but I could tell she was upset. " The doctors say I have a good chance, because they found it early." ... I couldn't think of what to say, she was so positive, but I couldn't find the happiness in my 'sister' having cancer. It was all too much for me. Katie could tell I was deep in thought, so she went back to watching the little T.V. in the room. "You know... it's not so ba-" When she saw the look on my face, she stopped. "Not so bad?" I couldn't get almost any words out, my throat was burning; I had tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. "You may be dying, and 'It's not so bad'?!" "Harley, I'm going to be OK if I make it or not. You can't be so upset about it though." She smiled. I had no comebacks, and I was exhausted from holding in tears, so we just sat and watched the news. After we left the hospital, I ran to my room and started sobbing. It wasn't fair that the most positive, happy-go-lucky person I knew was dying! Anyone else?! Even me! I fell asleep crying an hour later. The next morning I called Katie's cell phone. No answer. I tried again. Nothing. I couldn't breathe, the room started spinning, I felt like i was gonna be sick again. But instead I fell on the floor and everything went dark.