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Much later that night, I was told by my parents of a family disease. Almost like a curse. Every female genetically tied to this family got an incurable brain cancer anytime after they turn thirteen years old. The women in my family had always married early and rarely had children. If that news wasn't enough,they also told me that I was the last one that would get it. I was not allowed to have children. I could not pass on the gene. In other words, my entire family was counting on me to die. Dark thought isn't it? That night i did not cry. I only thought. I decided what I would do with my life. I would live the best I could with whatever I had left. I took my life into my own hands that night. Little did I know I would have to put all my plans into action sooner than I had originally thought.

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