I cry everytime a nurse, LPN, or staff member walks in my room. They look at me and look so sad. Why are you here, you look so young? Then I say the 3 dreaded words I heard for the first time 9 days ago…then they look sad too. “I wish I could do something to make you feel better” they say. So sweet, so kind, so caring…just not a magician, nor own a time machine. Someone who magically make this all dissapear or travel back in time.
My positve thought I promised:
To spread the word of breast cancer… For any age, any race and any sex. No one is exempt.