Last night I talked to the girl whom I wrote about in a previous post – “One Life to Live”. She was in a happier mood. She told me that she was finally seeking treatment, and that her illness may not be as terminal as made out to be.
I can only hope that that is true, and the treatment now is not too late.
Apparently our conversation that fateful night made her thought hard about everything, plus her friends had also been giving her the extra push that she needed. Here’s wishing that truly “all’s well ends well”.
At least she’s happy again. 🙂