All the drama started 12 years ago, when my aunt got diagnosed with bone cancer. What a scary thought. For 2 years she fought for her life. Then the cancer subsided for 7 years. She was fine, free, happy, alive. Until 3 years ago, the cancer came back. She's been fighting so goddamn hard all these years and has always managed to keep a smile on her face. All these years, she's managed to go on trips and family vacations and events, even while on chemo therapy. Nothing can stop this woman.
On December 12, 2016, my mom came into my room, at about 8 o'clock. It was a cold and dark night. I was texting my friends, having the funniest conversation ever. She came in sobbing. I asked her what he hell was going on. She described it in such a way, that all the happiness, and joyfulness, drained out in a matter of seconds, and got replaced with dreadfulness and sorrow. She told me that my grandma had just texted the entire family saying that she and my aunt went to the doctor today to see what was making her so god damn tired. The doctor made a prediction that she she will live less than 6 months. And therefore put her on hospice. She is at home. But is in a hospital bed 24/7. Seeing the way she looked and acted. We could tell that she wouldn't last much longer. My family, sadly, has predicted that she will only live 1-2 weeks more. Most likely not long enough to see our Christmas performance that she was really looking forward to. All of us are mourning like shit. I love you aunt Annie. I'm sorry life is so f*cked up. I love you. Stay strong, and never give up.
To everyone out there reading this story please take note. Life is precious. Love don't hate. Savor your time. Because you never know when it could end. Don't fight. Love. Don't kill. Love. Don't hate. Love.
