Letter's From Juliette

The ending of me.

I had never even thought about writing letters to anybody ever. Except that was when i was healthly and i could walk without help and breathe on my own.... six months ago I was dignoasted with stage three cancer.

FlashBack

Dr. Williows walked into the room with a a blank stare, his bright blue eyes no longer shinned and his smile was no longer  visible. " Mrs. Frey.. I'm sorry to umm ask such a question. i should have asked early. Have you ever gotten Juiette tested for cancer?"   I looked at my mom with a suprise look, hell she even looked confused on why he would ask such a question. "No, i have not." " Oh, Mrs. Frey I'm sorry but Juliette has stage three cancer, from the tests i'm guessing for about a couple of months now and it looks to be getting worse..." "What.. what do you mean? Juliette has been perfectly healthly for the last couple of months how could it already be a stage three cancer!" I couldn't believe what i was hearing. " Mrs.Frey, If she was in the earlier stages of cancer we could give her chemo or something that would help. But if we were to do that now, it could make her weaker. I'm giving her at least seven months to live or less. i'm sorry."

End of Flash back

After that I went home and cryed for hours. so many questions rushed my mind "How was i going to tell Shane?" " Could i prevent from getting worse?"   My mom and I had a conversation about how we were going to tell everyone, and I really didnt want to tell anyone. So I decided I was going to write letters but to a person of my choice Shane. I would write a letter everyday until i died...

Four months after visting the doctor i started to get worse and worse, I finally had to move into a hospitial. My mom, little brother Zack and Shane would vist every Monday, Wensday and Friday. It was  nice having them be able to see me and talk to me. i hated not being able to see Zack graduate from kindergarden or going to Prom with shane. you realize in times like these the little things do matter the most.

 Sunday November 12, I passed away. No it wasn't painful or anything, It was 1:20 in the morning and it was right in the middle of the greatest dreams of my life and I simplyed slipped away. My funeral was the week after and it was beautiful. white roses surrounded my casket, it was red, with little jewls spelling my name on the front. Yes, it was open casket funeral, which i perfered  that it wasnt... because  I didnt look like myself anymore. I was pale and looked like I hadnt eaten in months. I had bruises of were the needles were injected in my body. But there was an sense of beauty of the way I looked. My mom had told Shane at the funeral that he needed to come over sometime to read the letters to him  from me, Juliette..