...and bad news keep comming
Well, I got a phone call from my consultant yesterday confirming that what they took from my scalp last week was iindeed malignant. I looks like my cancer is now going where it wants in my body and things are likely to only get worst.
Tomorrow is the day when I'm gonna see him and some kind of a decision has to be made. I'm shitting myself already because whatever its gonna be its not nice and...
I'm suppose to be strong
I'm suppose to hold on
I'm suppose to pretend
there is nothing wrong.
They tell me I'm dying.
They tell me I'm close.
They tell me my choices.
But which one to choose?
There are so many things
I wish I could see.
How do you decide
when to go free.


