Cancer. Yeah, I said the word. Don’t freak. It seems whenever you say that word, everyone around you starts tip toeing around you. I don’t want your sympathy. I don’t want anyone’s. Sympathy won’t solve anything. It won’t make things easier. Just let me continue my life. Let me hang out with my friends, fail a test if I deserved to fail, have a fever without anyone rushing me to the hospital. Let me live my life. I will survive, I will. If you want to help then you can act normally around me. But please, I don’t want sympathy. I will survive. I know I will. Please quit telling me I will. So now you know I have cancer, don’t let it change anything.