Letter #1

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Dear Cancer,
   I just found out about you today. I went in for a normal exam, then found out you had been living with me for awhile now.

   You just snuck in. Snuck in and didn't give me a chance, and now I have five months. Five months, did you hear that? My mother had five years!

   So, thanks to you, I have five months of my life left, at the most. And here I was thinking I would be able to see my best friend get married, and be there for Missy.

   But no. You're like a thief, you've stolen my life from me. Just like you did my mother. But this time, it's going to be different.

   I don't want anyone counting down the days like my father was. I don't want anyone saying goodbye every time I leave them. I don't want anyone to watch me leave and know I'm not coming back.

   So, Cancer, you're my secret. My enemy and my secret.

   Sincerely,
            Josie

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