Death can be a very scary thing. You know it will happen one day, or another. It creeps up to you and breaths down your neck, asking for you to join the others. Death is a very natural thing. You know it will come. So why hide? Why run from it? Why let it come to you? Will you sit there and embrace it? Or will you just let it take you, from your friends, family, and your loved one?
My story is a sad, bitter one. I have no control over how its course will take. All I know is that Cancer is one sick and twisted thing. All I know is, my time is slowly ending. Time it’s self can not keep up. I was told by the doctors that I have 6 months. Its spring time, and its supposed to mean “birth.” But to me… It means death. I’m sick, I'm dieing, and the one I love does not know. How will I tell him? How will he take it? Will he leave me, or will he stay with me? I’m scared.
Why should I have to lose him? I love him, and yet… I can’t take the fact that death is upon me. And I want him... I crave him. I need him. All I know, my time is ticking. Thus my story begins.
Do carry on! Sounds good, yet sad! =\