I got diagnosed with cancer from the hottest doctor I have ever seen in my life. It was simultaneously the best, and worst day of my life.
Katie White
time
stands
still
the
world loses its
color
and i cry
with you
in
black
and
white
Em
In the hands of skilled healers, the process of identifying illness is akin to detective work. Unearthing clues, connecting dots, and piecing together the enigma of disease. It’s the first crucial step towards reclaiming health.
Jaz
The moments stretch between the ticking of the clock, as we await the answer to our fear. It’s the deep breath before the plunge, the quiet before the storm, the limbo before the life-altering revelation.
human_esque
I didnt know what it meant.. until it was too late. Didnt know what it meant to lose, to suffer… to fail.
A diagnosis isnt just medical.. its spiritual.. and spiritual decay is the rottening of ourselves.
No place to look forward… no place to look back.
Empty.
Like your soul.
The diagnosis was that i had to write until this brief story was done so that my girlfriend would be happy. the little things make her happy but also just as upset…. hmm now im doing my own diagnosis of her. Diagnosis.
I got diagnosed with cancer from the hottest doctor I have ever seen in my life. It was simultaneously the best, and worst day of my life.
time
stands
still
the
world loses its
color
and i cry
with you
in
black
and
white
In the hands of skilled healers, the process of identifying illness is akin to detective work. Unearthing clues, connecting dots, and piecing together the enigma of disease. It’s the first crucial step towards reclaiming health.
The moments stretch between the ticking of the clock, as we await the answer to our fear. It’s the deep breath before the plunge, the quiet before the storm, the limbo before the life-altering revelation.
I didnt know what it meant.. until it was too late. Didnt know what it meant to lose, to suffer… to fail.
A diagnosis isnt just medical.. its spiritual.. and spiritual decay is the rottening of ourselves.
No place to look forward… no place to look back.
Empty.
Like your soul.
The diagnosis was that i had to write until this brief story was done so that my girlfriend would be happy. the little things make her happy but also just as upset…. hmm now im doing my own diagnosis of her. Diagnosis.