What it's like to be told you're terminally ill.

On being told "it's pretty far along", and the feelings and the thoughts and planning and all the crap that now I have to do. Come along with me if you want. It should be an interesting ride.

IF YOU WANT TO E-MAIL ME: CHEYENNECO@AOL.COM

I'm looking at everything as if I'm seeing it for the last time, which may well be true, and it gives me such appreciation for things I've taken for granted all my life. But looking at things for the last time allows me to see a lot of them for the first time, if that makes any sense.
Thu Jun 24

birdtherapy:

i have so much shit to say. i feel like i have a million things to say to fresh ears. i know, however, that it will eat me alive because i will remain here, silent, as always. 

i could tell you stories, about drugs, love, being beaten, happiness, and death. but you wouldn’t hear  a thing

Maybe you’d be surprised.  A lot can happen in a short period of time, (I remember you posting your prom pictures not that long ago)  I had issues, and in my case it helped a lot just to post what was on my mind, even if I didn’t think anybody would ever see it.  It turned out people did, and they’ve helped me a lot. There are some pretty great people here who aren’t judgmental, others who have been in one or more of the shoes in which you’ve walked, and who still may be in them.  If there are things  you’d like to get out, just to talk them over with those who understand, you’ll find them here.