November 14, 1944
It is now mid- November and I have gotten so weak that I had to be put in the hospital on the campus. I am in terrible condition and it keeps worsening. I have dry, crusted lips, I have a fever, and I am weak. I pray to the good Lord everyday. I think I might not make it out of Ravensbruck, but I am certain that Corrie will and she will be fine without me.
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