"Radios In Heaven"- Plain White T's

I had, orginally, started to write about the need for National Health Care...but...I got a phone call from my best friend.

A few weeks ago the doctors at Henry Ford Hospital in Detroit had found that she had tumors in her brain, and they were cancerous.

She went in for radiation treatement just a few days ago, but the doctors had said that the treatment did nothing.

As for today, she had woke up coughing up blood and had been bleeding from her ears. She was rushed to the hospital, only to be told that the cancer in her body has spread from her brain to her lungs and her spine. Her left lung is covered in cancerous tumors, as is her spine.

The doctors said that if they couldn't get rid of the cancer in her spine in six months, she would be immobile for the rest of her life. They also said that it was too late for chemo therepy, that it wouldn't get rid of the cancer fast enough- and that they would continue going with the radiation which only had a seventy-thirty percent chance of working, although it was in her favor. However, if the radiation doesn't work- the doctors are only giving her a year to live.

It all came out of no where. The day before she found out about the cancer we were hanging out, laughing, and doing all the usual things teenagers do.

Nobody deserves to have cancer. There are so many good memories that I have with her, I don't know one moment that I would want to take back. Even though we've been friends for three years, she's probably one of the two people closest to me out of anyone I know. We're able to understand each other with out having to explain ourselves, and we can tell each other anything with out worrying what the other will think.

I'm going to try to be optimistic about this though, because if there isn't hope then what do you have left? Besides, if you think you're going to get better, then you are. If you think you're not going to get better, you're not.

*sigh*

It's going to be a long year.