I WAS DYING. Not metaphorically. Not exaggeratedly. Not dramatically, in my teenage angst of I-can’t-even. But literally. Again, not how I would literally die without chocolate. The real literal. At sixteen years old, I was dying. Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia. A.L.L. Or, as I called it, all the bullshit. I could feel it happening. As if […]