Dying to Live

ake other plans. I never quite understood that until my world

beside the door. I offer my best smile and follow her into my regular Doctor’s office. She w

her wrinkled shirt and try to avoid biting my nails. It’s been a nervous habit of mine for as long as I can remember. If this wer

something still felt off. Then, three days ago while I was ironing my fiance’s work shirts, I stumbled i

Never turn to the internet for medical advice. Even though Jackson keeps te

bout my results. Then, I took an unpaid sick day from work, and here I am. Luckily, my boss is only a year old

with Doctor Adams. It strikes me as odd that he isn’t wearing his u

concern in his voice is yet another reason to

My back is sti

part the bags under my eyes and my pale skin. Worrying and la

producing the number of white blood cells, red blood cells, or platelets that your

ents you can’t decipher like the rest. These are the life-changing moments that we process differen

hat are y

ting chance than anything. Maybe I heard him wron

ymptoms until now. This is possible, but it’s not common. Do you understand?” There it is again…. Another moment I

ars back. I don’t think she

in a million different directions at once. I can hear Doctor Adams cal

w l

enly. The Doctor’s eyebrows

’s no certai

the same question again. This tim

ve a chemo pill you can take to increase your chances of survival. I rec

t twenty-three years old? Some people haven’t even finished

e a bullsh*t answer to make me feel better.

judging if I’ll break down completely after I hea

already hear my mother crying and Jackson pacing the room a million times, trying to find a glimme