She was in and out of the hospital for weeks, months, maybe even years. Every time they told her the same thing, " it's just a cold, it will be gone in a few days." It never went away, it just got worse. Sleepless nights, painful days, she finally had enough. She traveled across the country and went to the best hospital near her. Thousands of dollars worth of tests later, she had the results on a piece of paper in front of her. In bold black letters on a twelve by eleven inch paper, were the words cancer. She started to cry, but there wasn't enough time. The phone rang, it was her dad. How would she tell the only one that was ever there for her that she has six months to live?
