Three years ago I was diagnosed with a rare form of bone cancer. It sucks extremely bad. The actual cancer wasn't what sucked though, it was everyone who would ask me really stupid questions like, " Are you okay?" or, " Can I help you?" Of course you can't help me! I'm dying of cancer and there's nothing you can do.
The worst thing was when my parents would say, "Alyssa, I'm so sorry."
Actually, you're not sorry because when you're sorry, it means you try to help, but my parents have never once even asked if they could help.
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Today I have a doctors appointment. I guess they're going to do this test to see if the cancer has gone away at all. I don't feel like it has. I'm really scared.
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The Final 96 Hours
RandomWhen Alyssa is told that she only has 96 hours to live, she's shocked. However, instead of grieving and worrying, she decides to spend her final four days doing what she's always wanted to do and being around the people she loves most.
