The Bucket List

"I'm sorry dear, the test came out positive. The cancer is terminal."

One heartbeat. Two heartbeats. Three followed by four. The pulse in my racing heart grew louder and louder. Too loud. Time began to slow and blur with each beat. My eyes blinked rapidly trying to wake up from this never ending nightmare.

But this time it wasn't a dream.

“When the face of death stares at you, sometimes you need to stare right back.”