Once upon a time, my cousin told me I was broken. I was not perfect. I was not good enough. I was not worth being fixed. I wasn't worth time or money. I wasn't worth anything.
Then again, that's the funny thing about cancer. Everyone, no matter who they are, starts to pity you after you're diagnosed. Everyone acts like you're strong. Everyone acts like you're perfect and with you're strength and time and energy, you can overcome Leukemia. You can overcome the world.
And it may seem weird. But I always believed in myself when people told me not to. Was always strong when people wanted me to be weak. But the moment that changed, I did too. The moment others needed my strength. My will. My courage. I ran out. I ran out of reasons to wake up in the morning. I ran out of reasons to keep fighting.
Why try to stay alive when a cancer could kill me any day now? Why keep fighting when a cancer can tear it all down in seconds? Why keep fighting if I don't want to bother living?
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101 Reasons To Keep Living
Romance"María, please. I need you here. I'm trying to give you reasons to stay" "James none of this is going to help" "Give me a 101 days. 101 days exactly. No less and no more. Give me time to change your mind. Please María" "101. No more." "101" ...
