Nothing scares me…
Nothing scares me more than being sick, really sick. On both sides of our family, there’s history of people dying of cancer. Leukemia, ovarian cancer, breast cancer, even cancer of the bones. It scares the hell out of me when I think that one of us might have it in a few years.
This might sound morbid for some but I do believe I won’t grow really old. Might be lucky for me to reach 60. With my unhealthy lifestyle and the history of sickness on both sides of the family… plus, there’s just this premonition, if you must, that I have. I just know.
And that scares the hell out of me. Can’t help but think about it from time to time. When I feel aches and pains. But when it goes away, then I’m back to being positive and thinking of a long life ahead.
