The world turns on you.
It really does. I was just playing a game of volleyball that was all I was doing. Then one thing lead to another and I was passed out on the floor with a crushed foot that couldn't be saved. Somehow the foot wasn't the only problem and I was looking at being the ending of a Nicholas Sparks novel. Yeah, we all know how those books end.
JT was the perfect guy built, tall, hot, funny, sweet and kind. He was great, the guy you took to family reunions. You wouldn't believe that he was the one to help me crush my foot. Then the guilt got to him and he kept coming to my hospital room. Then again one thing lead to another and he left. Then somehow I was sitting in the bleachers of his basketball game wearing his old warm up top with his name and number plastered on my back.
So yeah, the world turns on you in beautiful ways.
"I'm sorry, James. The tests were positive. You have cancer," the doctor said. In that moment, I felt my entire world crumble. Everything I knew, everything I loved, I would have to say goodbye to. How was this even fair? I'm 23 years old, I haven't lived yet, haven't experienced much, and yet I was going to die. I might have just given up completely if it wasn't for her. She is the only reason I am still alive, yet she can't know of my disease. She can't know anything. I just have to pretend that everything is going to be okay before I have to say goodbye, before I run out of time.