There is nothing normal about taking seventeen medications a day or learning that your chronic disease has entered your pelvis and the soft tissue surrounding it, spread to your lungs for the third time in two years, and penetrated your lungs.
And finding out you are terminal at the age of nineteen is undoubtedly not typical.
Why do you do this?
I needed a few seconds to stop crying.
I told my mom, "The first English homework was to write a college essay."
The teacher emphasized in each session that this was our senior year of high school and that we should treat it seriously and use it to be ready for college.
What's the best way for me to use that?
What is the purpose?
I muttered, before finally lifting my head to look into my moms.
I further told her that witnessing my friends making preparations for the next stage of their lives had been the hardest part of the day and the previous few months.
It was lonely for me because I felt like they were leaving me behind.
Me, someone who had always been an outgoing person.