Life, Death, And Everything In Between

I had cancer. 

Or have cancer. I don’t know. I only went to chemo once. It was rather dreary. Every moment since leaving has been wonderful.

Now, perhaps I’ll die in two years on a beach in Panama, or in two hours while at dinner with the lovely couple I met yesterday. Either option is better than dying surrounded by doctors who have grown numb. 

Strangely, I’m grateful. To die is terrifying, but that’s okay, because when death inevitably opens its arms, I’ll gladly embrace it, for it has given me the greatest gift in life.

I’ve lived for now.

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