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.
This isn’t no fairy tale.
“We are concerned about this unusual increase in Legionnaires’ disease cases in the South Bronx. We are conducting a swift investigation to determine the source of the outbreak and prevent future cases.”
Now, when I think back to the excuses my parents used to make, I feel like an idiot.
It’s hard enough to help ourselves, let alone help others.