No Such Luck
Days turned into weeks. Weeks became months. My soul had become as grey as the winter outside of my window. Flowers arrived daily, along with cards, candy and stuffed animals. Mostly stuffed bunnies because my dad told everyone that they were my favorite, ever since I was a child.
The thing is, I am not a child anymore. I am not old either. I am thirty-one years old and I’m laying here dying of cancer. I know that I’m supposed to be positive, but for what? We have tried everything. Every treatment possible. But the cancer grows, inside of me, like an unwanted villain. Putting an expiration date on me like I’m something disposable, something gone rotten if not used up quick enough. Am I rotten on the inside?
Some of my friends have started to visit me less. Maybe it’s because of the haze of gloom that hangs around me like the fog over the city. Maybe because my once positive, pulsating personality is now that of a cynical pessimist. I don’t blame them. But it makes me feel like my disease is contagious. I am not contagious!
I hear of people who beat this. Oprah had someone on her show just last week. I watched the show while I lay here dying, wanting to throw something at the T.V. and break it, break it like my life has been broken, break it like my family is now broken, break it like my spirit which is broken!
Why couldn’t have I been that person? Why couldn’t I have been so lucky?
~ J. Lefever
This is a Trifecta Piece – Week Seventy
1: having good luck
2: happening by chance : fortuitous
3: producing or resulting in good by chance : favorable
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