So had I not gone into the hospital, I was given one week to live. Thank you Medical, my week passed, and I'm still here.
Next came was my chemo, however, my medical and doctor's office couldn't find a meeting of minds. I was supposed to start chemo in February, I end up starting in March, less time I'm thinking for living my life.
I begin getting rid of the excess of my life, things precious to me, but to no others. Memories that are mine, left with smiles, cannot be transferred to family or friends. I realize at this point, I am not longer making memories for myself, they mean nothing. When I die, they die with me. I am only leaving memories for my family.
Sad.
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