The look on Jiya’s face.
Lucas’s voice.
All of it reiterated in my mind.
I thought of my parents.
Of how they had died.
Of how I had watched that disease take them away piece by piece.
And now… it was happening to me.
I was facing my mortality far sooner than I had ever imagined.
AndI was afraid.
Overwhelmed.
Lost.
But I couldn’t let that show.
Not to Jiya.
She had already been through too much.She didn’t deserve this.
I didn’t deserve this.
After a while, I wiped my face and sat down at the laptop.
If I couldn’t change what was happening, then I needed to figure out how to face it.
I began researching.
Article after article.
Stories.
Advice.
Ways to cope with a terminal illness and how to prepare for it.
I started making notes, writing down anything that felt useful, anything that gave me even a small sense of control.
Then I opened a new page and wrote a list of what I needed to do… what I wanted to do.
Before it was too late.
Tell Liam and Jack
Talk to Jiya about the wedding
