365 Days Of Summer

365 Days Of Summer

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Wizarding World: The Marauders
Blurb: "How long, just tell me how long please" my voice was chocked from the lump in my throat, a voice that barley carried over the sobs echoing from my mother next to me. Dr. Truman coughed as if he too was holding back tears. "A year Lily, a year" the lines in his face deepened and he turned away. I was frozen, inside I broke. ---- I was 14 when I was diagnosed with cancer for the first time. I was 18 when I was told I had a year to live. Lily Evans was told she had a year to live after dealing with a rare heart cancer for the past couple of years. She took life by the throat and decides that she would make a bucket list of 365 things to do before she dies.
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So I have this thing. Some people would call it a catastrophe; some would call it heart breaking. It also has the name of disease, and heart killer. I call it just cancer. Simple enough as it is, right? Doesn't help that I already had it once before, it just came back to fight harder as ever. I thought it was over. Isn't it though? Don't you give up at that point? Senior year and I'm ready to end my life as a person all together. I'm tired of fighting and might as well give up because there are no chances of me living all together. So as a smart choice I move so when I die no one will know me or care about me. Wouldn't that be the logical choice? I don't want pity. Never liked, never will. So don't tell anyone I have cancer. Ever. Doesn't help that a boy started getting involved with me and snuck under my skin before I even realized what he was doing. What changed me were those few, simple words all together. "I'll love you till the end." That, that was about the time I started caring about life again. And it was all because of him.

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