“You have cancer." Three words. The heaviest, darkest words I'd ever heard in my life. "What are my options?" I asked. Numb. That's what I felt. Cold. Numb. Empty. All adjectives to describe this feeling racing through me after hearing those three words. "We could begin chemo followed by radiation. It would prolong life by at least a year." A year. One year filled with hospital visits, pain, and frequent visits to the porcelain throne. Do I want that? "A year with treatment? How long if I choose nothing?" A cold stare was my response before she replied. "Honestly?" I nodded. "Shoot it to me straight." "With no treatment, you'd be lucky to see another year." It was early spring in the United States. So, nine months? I'd have just under a year to prepare my husband and children, family and friends, to live without me. Could I? Should I? With treatment I'd gain maybe one more year. But, what would be the quality? "So with or without treatment, the best I'm looking at is a year and a half?" She learned forward before replying, "Yes. Best case scenario, with aggressive treatment, a year and a half." I nodded. How am I supposed to act when given a death sentence? (Will They Remember Me - by Ashlee Shades, coming soon)” LoveLifeFamilyBooksIllnessComing Soon Author:Ashlee Shades