The words that feel like you have been shot through the heart.
“We have to be prepared that the cancer has spread” My Mum and boyfriend either side of my bed. At least I can breathe.
Night draws in. We have to wait until the am for a scan. So strange not knowing if your body is riddled with disease. After 8 days in hospital I don’t think I can do it, I don’t think I’m strong enough.
Promises made to myself that night. A text that clarified real love.