I had breast cancer. I'd been in the hospital for weeks, refusing chemo, begging for surgery. I was getting weaker by the day. My boyfriend of three years visits me everyday, and especially today. I was getting surgery to remove my breasts, getting rid of the cancer (hopefully). "I wanted to do bigger things. Get married, have kids," I sigh sadly, knowing there's a chance the cancer could have spread to other places. "Okay, we're going to get married then," he says. ((Open RP, be him))
