First of all, I am not a cancer survivor sharing inspirational story of battling the non-euphoric sickness. Second, I wasn’t diagnosed with a life-threatening illness…as of now. Safe? Maybe.Still, the game is not over. I have numbered days of existence in which I could not fathom if I am going to be sick or not-or if I would acquire melanoma, leukemia and breast tumor in the latter fragment of my being.
So, why am I writing this?
I lost two loved ones because of cancer. Both of them were my granddad. I didn’t witness my lolo’s demise (my father’s father) since I was young and innocent to understand the cause of his death. I was 15 years old when another lolo of mine (mom’s stepfather) discovered he has lung ailment which later developed to a lung cancer.
Of course, the pain feels agonizing during the treatment process. I can’t bear…
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