Julie:
"Look, Mom, I know you're worried about me, but that doesn't mean I appreciate you taking things so personally, okay? I mean, I'm old enough to know I have to take my medications, so stop acting like I'm some kid. I can take care of myself, okay?" I looked at my mom to see that she was crying. "Look at me, Mom, please look at me. I'm not going to die, okay? I'm still here. Look at me; I'll always be a part of your heart, okay?"
"But you don't understand, love; it just hurts so much to see you going through all this by yourself."
"Even if I could share this sickness, trust me, I wouldn't want to share it with anyone because, trust me, you don't want to know how it feels. But hey, I'm still alive, right? So smile for me now. I don't ever want to see you crying because of me again. I know it hurts for a mother to see her own kid go through all this, but I know I will make it out alive, okay? Can we please go back before everyone starts wondering what's taking us so long?"