HEARING the words, "you are the most important thing in our lives." from my father's mouth gave a different tickle to my heart. I always thought to myself that I am not important in my whole life because I was blinded by what I heard from other people’s mouths. I didn’t even think the expensive things they give me are a way in which they indicate they love me, so the expensive gift they give me is worthless because the one they truly love and cherish is none other than me. It was as if I wanted to be swallowed by the earth because I used to think they were giving me gifts for nothing. I don’t even think that the price of what they give me is just low compared to myself, as dad said earlier. Am I undervaluing myself? "All right, dad, we're going to the hospital tomorrow," I told him. Although I don't want to know the result of my test, if that can give peace of mind to papa's mind, I

WHAT will you do when you find out that you are going to die? When is your life going to be set in stone? Will you spend your last days on earth living in ecstasy or will you devote it to battle your illness although you have no guarantee of survival? Because I’d rather spend the rest of my day knowing that I was happy before I vanished from the world. I don’t want to fight in a game where I don’t know whether I’ll win or lose. Not wanting to squander the rest of my life and delight on something that I believed would not save me, so I decided to forego the idea. Both have benefits and drawbacks because nothing is 100% harmonious. The fact that I choose to enjoy my time on earth rather than recover makes me feel as if I have squandered the life and happiness that I would be able to obtain when I am fully healed. But If I opt to seek professional help, it’s as if I’m squandering the remainder of my life in t

HAVING someone trust in you and think that you can accomplish your goals is really gratifying. Particularly if your parents say it to you. Though I think I’ve reached the end of the battle, they’re supplying me with a drive to keep going and not quit in the midst of a fight, since I believe it to be over even if I’m just getting started. We should not be terrified of our opponent’s clutches; they seem frightening and lead us to believe that the conflict has a conclusion even if it does not. They don’t make me feel like a loser after I discovered I am diagnosed with stage 4 brain cancer. Until they are compelled me to continue the fight, I will move forward! I will not squander my life because I believe I will perish at the end of the day.  We only have one life, and if we give it up instantly, there is nothing we can do to prevent it from being taken away from us forever. 

THE problem cannot be resolved just by thinking about it; in fact, thinking about it exacerbates the difficulty and deteriorates the situation. If I want to remedy my dilemma, I must take action right now. Because not only will this issue effect myself and my family but also other individuals who have nothing to do with it. My father got afflicted because of my pestilence cancer, which has the potential to disseminate to other individuals. As a result, I needed to develop a remedy to prevent the sickness from spreading and to ensure that it vanished from the human path before it could wreak havoc. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes firmly. I need to think of a solution, while daddy and Mr. Normal are now conversing in depth. I hoped in my head that Mr. Norman would be able to persuade father not to do what he want, or at least he would insist on reclaiming the money he stole from others. My brain was dazzled as some

I OPENED my eyes and grabbed my head due to the excruciating agony I was experiencing. I cautiously got out of bed and bent down on the floor because I was still in so much immense pain, so I repeatedly slammed my head against the top of my bed in an attempt to mitigate the pain. I pushed myself to rise despite the fact that my legs were withered like a flower, since I wanted to take a painkiller. I notice that the painkiller I’m taking is taking the edge off of the discomfort I’m experiencing today, rather than the meds the doctor recommended for me. The medication didn't have an impact on me last night. Nonetheless, this is what occurred the following day. I glanced at the wall clock and saw it was only three a.m. and I had only slept for approximately five hours, yet I awoke instantly with a headache. I could hear soft moans as I could finally stand up straight. “Ugh... My head is throbbing. Where is my analgesic?”