Breathless

2 years, 5 months, and 16 days. That's how long it had been since I has been diagnosed. Ya, I've been counting, but that's pretty much all I have left to do with my life. Counting the days since the horror started and calculating the days I had left. No, I'm not a sadist, I've just been hopeful for too long. I've had enough. I just want to get out of this life. That was my only wish.

I had so much to live for, though. My family, my friends, my love . . .

But my wish was granted once I realized how much I wanted to live.