“I’m so sorry, but the cancer is terminal”.
That sentence would have been enough to send most people into depression. They would begin spending their last months, weeks or days with friends and family. They would start preparing for what’s coming for them.
But not for me.
I accepted the fact that I only had a certain amount of time left.
I had nothing to live for anyway.
At just seventeen years old, I had spent my entire life in a children’s hospital with Leukaemia. My parents died when I was a baby so I was left in care of the hospital.
When I found out, I realised my whole life had been wasted.
I hadn’t done or achieved anything most girls my age would have.
I am a virgin, I have never had a boyfriend and had never even kissed a boy.
I had never been on an airplane, never been to a school dance or even been to a normal school.
I wanted to do normal things but also things that most people could only dream of.
That’s when I decided to make myself a Bucket List.
After a stupid prank, Harry ends up in hospital. Nothing serious but he realised how stupid he had been in nearly killing himself.
Harry and I meet, discussing how long I had been here for and how long that I have left he makes it his duty to complete every last wish that I have before it’s too late.
