Here's a little known fact : You are going to die.
It's not always clear how. But one things for sure, you will.
It's funny, because I used to wonder, just as you may be now, how I would go. But ever since I learned about this cancer thing, I have had a pretty clear idea.
I remember when my dad and I first stepped into the hospital. It was the first time for both of us since that day 2 years ago when it was my mother being checked on. I shudder to remember how little time she had spent there before she checked out for good.
I remember that it smelled like hand sanitizer and bottled water. I remember how the doctors took me into the waiting room, and left with my dad to look at some paper work. I remember them taking me into a room and setting up the x-ray machine. I remember them looking right into my chest and a gasp coming from the doctor's lips.
I had lung cancer. I thought that would have been obvious, my mom had been a vicious smoker, and she had died from it. You would have thought the first time i coughed up blood that my dad would have caught on that there was something seriously wrong with me. But he waited a whole month until we entered the hospital to check me out, and what do you know? Right off the first test I am known as sick.
And now, as I tell you my story, I can see my hands shaking with fear, but I have to get my story published. It's the last thing I wanted out of this world.
