Everyone says that to me. All my parents and my sister want is for me to die from this cancer. In fact, my mentally deranged sister told me today “I hope and pray the cancer spreads to your lungs and kills you.”

I’m not beautiful, I would have something to offer if I wasn’t always shut down on anything I aspire to, life hasn’t gotten better at all in the past year, even though I’ve been patiently waiting for better. I can’t beat this cancer, because I, and many others, hope it consumes me.