Tumor Stories

"Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams,because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity." This is a story of life,love, and death. a diary written by a dying girl. trying to put her life into words before dying. please read. A story dear to my heart!!!

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Dorren's Leben scheint nahezu perfekt. Die Eltern Leben noch , sie ist beliebt , sie lebt in Seattle , sie ist Wunderschön. Doch bei ihr wird ein Hirntumor zu spät festgestellt. Ihre Eltern fangen sich an zu streiten , sie trennen sich. Was Doreen kämpfen lässt? Tja , es ist ein junger Azubi aus der Klinik. Er heißt Caleb Morinson und ist rundum heiß. Caleb macht es sich zur Aufgabe ihre letzten Wünsche zu erfüllen. Ihr wollt wissen was passiert? Was das für eine Liste ist? Na dann schaut doch rein in 'Purple Flakes'

I stared up at the sky at the stars. Everything bad happens to the best people. Well that was a little over dramatic, but that seems to be the case. I live in a small town with a population the size of an average high school here in America. We have a population of 1,000 people. That means that everyone knows each other and everyone talks about everyone else. Right now I am the talk of the town. About a week ago I had a seizure in front of the entire school. Then two days later I was diagnosed with a brain tumor. That's how you go from the most popular girl in high school who spreads the rumors to being the biggest rumor in the city. I wanted to run today. That's what I do. I run. I run to get out of all of my problems. I run to forget, but they said I can't run. At least not for few weeks. They told me I needed to be stronger, but how can I be strong if I have a tumor and can't run it off. I have been laying on the ground for a few hours because it is getting dark now. I hear some beeping. It must be the new neighbors. I knew they were moving in today so I was surprised that they had waited until the middle of the night to do it. I got up slowly so I didn't get light headed and lose my balance. I peeked around the corner of the house. I decided that the newcomers looked pretty harmless so I made a move to go and see if they needed any help. That's when I saw him. He was standing holding some boxes waiting for the door to be opened. He looked about my age. And he was beautiful. That may sound weird, but that was the only word to describe him.

Hi, my name is Aliezah Vasquez. I am 15 years old and i am your average teenager. Okay, i take that back. Nothing is normal in my life. I am dying. Painfully. Slowly. Or is it really that slow? Join Aliezah in her pre-death activities throughout this story. Original. No copyright intended. Started writing this before i read 'The Fault In Our Stars'

Every time I'm feeling sad or overwhelmed, I'm going to post on here. Interact with it if you relate. I might reveal who I am later but idk.

What if something happened right before the Generation of Miracles bloomed? Something that would devastate the entire team to do everything they could in basketball to enjoy it instead of actually win it? That something involving Kuroko... Kuroko's last wish was with them before the end.

~I saw a cocoon hanging on a tree No one knows what's inside but me ~They think the butterfly is ugly ~But she will break free "Wait, what is your name?" I looked at her face and gave her a tissue to wipe off the smeared mascara. "I'm Gwyn, what about you?". She smiled and her eyes disappeared. "I'm Livvy". Can Livvy with the help of her friend Gwyn breakfree from a forced future? ~ ~~ ~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~ ~~ ~ #tumor #sadending #sad story #sadness #gwyneth #hope #brain tumor #helper #richpoor #lethal _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- ©All rights reserved

A woman who has glioblastoma falls in love with a man who see's her for who she is. She's fallen for a hopeless romantic and helps her through her battle until she realizes that he is there temporarily to help her with her fight.....

Whatever is was I just wanted to feel and think normal again. It's not like my brain tumor came back and messed up all of my thoughts. If it did then my thoughts would be crazy. If it did all my thoughts would spill like a glass of water. It sometimes felt as if my brain was a diary. It holds all of my deepest secrets, my worst memories, and all of my life and if my diary was mixed up so would my brain and so would my life.