
Butterflyfree
Student
- Oct 10, 2021
- 189
My best friend is in the Hospital on her last breaths dying from breast cancer. She literally has hours left. ( She has passed) She is 45, so beautiful and vivacious, she wanted to live, I would trade places with her in a heartbeat. As the time of my CTB date approaches I feel alone, forsaken and I can only hope that I'm as brave as she is when I take my last breath. Her and I parallel each other. She struggled hard to live and beat her cancer, I struggled hard to live and rise above all of my health issues, disabilities and suffering too. But in the end, both of us are dying.
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