MAYBE
Maybe, maybe all the things that you controlled successfully is undone by the one that you can never control. Maybe the death is the boss of all the uncontrollable in this world. Maybe we all despise and fear death to find morality in that. Maybe it's wrong. Either way you are all destined to be here to read about a girl who has no more than a month's stay here. (*Cancer cells are like strange little devils, no?*) It seems I have more cells in my stomach than most of you. Finally some win found my way in that aspect. "In a year I would complete my pilot training and would become the first woman pilot to have emerged from my town" is the every night's default dream. After a similar dream, one fine morning , I woke up to a severe stomach ache only to find that I have warm welcomed enough oncogenic cells inside my little tummy somehow. Well enough numbers to sabotage any chances of survival. Does anyone know how it feels to dream of something? Have you ever fo...