3…2…1

My aunt

was diagnosed with colon cancer

a year ago,

maybe two.

stage 3

we thought she’d have it forever

and when we got the FaceTime

I was a coward

and ran to my room and cried.

I felt helpless

as did she

to hear about how terrible she felt while on chemo

her hair thinning and turning turning grey

from the beautiful long black waves she had before

on our family trip

she was too stressed to be kind.

being yelled at on a subway

hurts.

After the diagnosis,

everything with her

was

3….

2….

1….

always

at

the

tipping

point.

bumblebeeduke8

VT

13 years old

Fiction

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