9/11

I'm dying. I finally went to the doctor's because of those weird headaces I've been having, so he did some test and foud a tumor in my brain. He offered me all the options - chemo, radiation, blah blah. After seeing how all that went for Dad I swore I wouldn't do it, and I'm sticking to it. I'm sure it wouldn't work anyway. The doctor said I'v got about a month or so. If I'm lucky, after that I'll just go quietly in my sleep. I drove around for hours after marching band and lessons waiting for it to really sink in. It hasn't yet. When I finally got home everyone was sleeping, which was just as well, I didn't want to talk about it. I just want to sleep.