with feeling alive.

The room was perfect white when I opened my eyes. From the ceiling, to the walls, and to my hospital dress. The last thing I could remember was when I saw blood in the handkerchief and how the medical apparatus were being attached to me. 

The doctors examined my lungs, asked me a lot of questions- the ones you can't answer with a yes or a no. There was a thing called PET, MRI, CT scans and X-rays to see if there are abnormal mass. In my case, I know it's worst than what you'll expect since the tumor already spread in my spinal cord which is the cause of my back pains.

I don't want to hear the truth.I'm trying to tell myself it was just overfatigue or anything caused by stress. I'm trying to act strong and unaffected- I am dying inside. Little by little, pieces by pieces. It's like my planets are getting attacked with giant asteroids without