I never knew what it was like to be afraid until the day I was diagnosed with kidney cancer. I remember the fear that swept over me as I heard the news, my mind suddenly racing with a million questions. How could this happen to me? What would my life look like from now on? How would I cope? I felt a wave of emotions, confusion, and despair.
The weeks that followed were a whirlwind as I got myself checked up and underwent a few tests. I finally got the news, and I was devastated. I had advanced kidney cancer that was aggressive and inoperable. The doctors said there wasn’t much hope, and despite their best efforts, they couldn’t do anything to save me.
I was in shock, and the dread that filled me was overwhelming. I had to face the harsh reality that I was dying, and all I could do was accept it. As time passed, I tried to find solace in the small moments I shared with my family, friends, and loved ones. We never talked about it, but I knew they had all come to terms with my fate.
I said my goodbyes and made my peace with death. I felt scared and lost, but I had accepted that it was my time. I was grateful for the life I had lived and for the people I had shared it with. As the days went by, I slowly slipped away, surrounded by my loved ones.
I had faced my fear, and I am ready to go. As I take my last breath, I take comfort in the fact that I am no longer scared. I know that I will be free from this cancer, and free from this fear. My journey has ended here, and I can rest in peace.