6 May 2012
At this moment, a young male doctor strolled in creating a breeze. He sat down the other side of me. "how are you feeling?" he asked in a calm voice. I wondered how many people he would have asked this question to before, how many people's lives he had had to have shattered by declaring test results. "fine," I replied looking down. "I just want you to know that we are going to do everything we can to help you, I'm really sorry." "how long do I have?" I asked him. "it's hard to say, but I reckon between 6 and 12 months, maybe more, maybe less." the room fell silent. He then told me "it's your choice whether you go to school or not now. We are going to give you treatment to help you, but sadly, at this stage there is, really, very little we can do. If we were to have caught it earlier... We are going to help to ease the pain and make you as happy as possible," he said. I went home later that night.
Part 2 - Life Is Unfair • Opuss № I