I thought it might be easier if he died. Because then I wouldn’t think of him constantly every time I left. If he were no longer in this physically suffering body, his spirit could stand atop mountains with me, looking back on the trail we conquered together.
Regardless of when that time comes you will look back at this life and agree – life is wonderful, and it is simple.
I didn’t want to tell anyone that I was sick because I didn’t want to be treated differently than anyone else. I didn’t want people to avoid talking about cancer because “the cancer girl” was around.
Choosing a spouse who does not suffer well makes life harder.
The word, cancer, a distant murmur that I had refused to hear; it was like a paper cut—a seemingly simple, yet irreversible mistake of skin splitting, parting like the sea in slow motion.
I wanted to tell you that I’m still hoping for a miracle. Please don’t leave me because I will miss you so much if you go. Please stay because I don’t know if I’m strong enough to handle this alone.
I appreciate, John Green, your portrayal of love caught in a web of sickness. And to tell you the truth, I fell for it – until I lived it.
I know cancer isn’t a funny subject, but laughter is healing and good for your soul. It’s empowering in a way to laugh at something so serious.
Never again will I have two text messages and three missed calls on my phone asking me how my test went. Never again will I be able to call her multiple times a day just to see how she’s doing. While memories will forever hold a special place in my heart, there will always be a sting that the memories with her are simply a past chapter in my life that can never be recreated.
Your sadness remains unexplained and that’s what makes you feel worse. It’s the morning dread that extends into an all day affair.