![]() ![]() ![]() She had to concentrate only on what did help. But she wouldn’t allow herself to think about that because it didn’t help. She was still very sick-that was true, and it was possible that today might be a large portion of the rest of her life. Months of chemotherapy had killed off the last strands of her own hair. Yet there were certain facts she could not wish away. The old cliché sprang to her mind- today is the first day of the rest of my life. But even her feelings could be changed, Ilonka decided, and today she was determined to be happy. Just a reflex really, especially when she was alone and feeling down. That was the one thing she always did when she looked in the mirror-smiled, no matter how lousy she felt. Her face was thin, true, as was the rest of her, but her blue eyes were bright, her long brown hair shiny, and her smile white and fresh. Ilonka Pawluk checked herself out in the mirror and decided she didn’t look like she was going to die. ![]()
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