"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Doctor."
I spoke calmly.
These were my last moments.
A momentous thought to process.
Trembling slightly, I clasped my cold hands together and closed my eyes.
For a couple years now, I've suffered.
For too long, I've suffered.
I've suffered with cancer.
I was diagnosed with breast cancer at age thirteen, since then it's spread to my lungs.
Many people survive from this illness, I, on the other hand, am still fighting.
This will soon be over.
I've called to be taken off of treatment, and to be let go.
Softly and slowly, I drift off to sleep.
Softly and slowly, I meet the day's end.
Softly and slowly, I meet my end.
