It was a regular Monday evening I was feeling a big weak I blamed it on being out in the sun for too long It was about seven as my phone rang It was my doctor and life-time confidante He didn't seem to be himself that night In his voice I heard some king of fright I asked him jokingly why he called and then stated Jokes about dying of some rare disease It was at this point that I knew that something was wrong He then proceeded to tell me my brief and boring medical history Finally he laid it on me I has cancer and it was terminal The days that followed were difficult The reactions varied from person to reason My parents told me to be strong and reassured me That they were there for me Finally I realized I have cancer and it's terminal I have to deal with it, trying to help myself I felt ostracised from my family and friends Everyone said that they were concerned But no one really knows what they should do No one really knows what to do Difficult days not getting mad Difficult days the days you know you will die
