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The Diagnosis and the Initial Betrayal

My best friend faked my death for donations when I called her out on it. She took to social media and accused me of faking cancer.

Now I’m getting death threats. I was diagnosed with Hodgekin lymphoma when I was just 23 years old.

I didn’t tell anyone because the last thing I wanted was for anyone to treat me differently. But my balding gave me away.

So when my friend Vanessa came over and saw my entire wig fall off, I had to tell her the truth. At first, she started laughing.

But when I told her it wasn’t a joke, her eyes welled up with tears.

I’m so sorry, baby girl.

I love you.

We can make it through this.

I hugged her back and she proceeded to pull my wig off again. This made me smile and I was confident that she wouldn’t treat me like I was made of glass.

Well, the cancer started getting worse. I literally looked like one of those zombies from Plants Versus Zombies.

So, when Vanessa texted to confirm whether or not I could attend her birthday, I told her no and proceeded to sell her $300 as an apology, our early birthday gift.

My explanation: I had chemo booked for Saturday morning and her party was that evening. Pretty effing solid, right?

Well, Vanessa didn’t think so.

Isn’t that a little selfish?

It’s like a 2-cond procedure.

I’m sure the time between 10:00 a.m.

and 8:00 p.m.

will be enough time to recover.

Um, it’s like 3 hours and I’m going to be so tired.

I don’t want to drag the mood down.

I’m sorry, I responded.

I thought it would end there, but it didn’t.

Vanessa told me that if I didn’t want people to treat me differently for having cancer, then I shouldn’t use it as an excuse to be a poopy friend.

I didn’t even reply to that because I knew if the conversation continued, I had a 100% chance of saying something I’d regret.

And as predicted, I ended up resting all day. I felt like an animal in hibernation or something.

But I woke up to 37 missed calls and over 99 unanswered texts.

As I scrolled through, I saw that everyone was texting me, asking if I was okay, asking why I never told them.

An anonymous account had even started a GoFundMe with a photo of my face attached. Anger boiled my blood.

Vanessa had announced to everyone that I had cancer. So, I called her and she immediately picked up.

Vanessa, what the actual f

I hope you’re calling to thank me, she interrupted.

Everyone at my birthday was talking about what a selfish beat you were for not showing up, and I defended you by telling them the truth.

I immediately knew she wasn’t telling the full story.

Okay, Vanessa.

And why did they think I was a selfish

Because at first, I told them you couldn’t come because you wanted to watch some TV.

Her voice was dripping with fakeness, but I couldn’t slap her through the screen, so I settled for hanging up.

That day was literally every nightmare I ever had come true.