It's been a few months since diagnosis and going through the motions with treatment but I don't know if I have, or ever will fully accept it.I'm meant to be making memories, stories to tell the grand children in my old age, but I won't ever grow old.
I'm meant to making memories, stories to tell the grandchildren when I grow old ... But the truth is I won't ever grow old.
I recently married, bought our first home together but all I keep thinking is How long will this last?
Sorry for the pity party by the way, I'm not usually like this, just figured this would be a good place to vent
