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.

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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.

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Tue Jun 29

Which makes me wonder….

If people who you only know as a friend from Tumblr are willing to go way out of their way to come visit, how is it that people you have been good friends with for years can turn their backs so easily, never look back, never care to ask how you’re doing, and head on down the road? Seems a little cold to me but what do I know.