Terminal

Terminal

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People call me a victim of cancer, even though I'm not. I am more like the host body of cancer. Cancer can leave me whenever it wants, to go wreck havoc on another person. It could give up trying to kill me, and let the chemotherapy take it away. But then there are cases like myself, when the cancer likes the body it is in, and it moves in permanently. When none of the chemotherapy and surgeries work. Those cases are labeled as terminal, told they are going to die. I was told I have two years to live.
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Disclaimer: This story contains depictions of terminal illness, severe symptoms, and emotional distress. I have intentionally written about illness in detail as part of my interest in studying medicine and observing the human experience of life, illness, and the passage of time. While inspired by real-life medical experiences, this is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental. Please read with caution if you are sensitive to medical or emotional content.

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