Last week I went to the doctor and was told that my cancer may have come back. I seen the look on his face and to see it was to tell me that if was more then just a feeling. I am to the point that I welcome death and can not wait much longer for it to come.
I was hoping to have my grandson come over and spend the night with me but again the look told me it was not going to happen and I was right. I live with pain everyday but the pain of depression is worse. I love my grandchildren.
Life is coming to an end and I want nothing more but to spend time with them.
I lay awake at nights and wish death would come and take me so the pain deep inside my heart would come to its end.
Question to all who read this: HOW MANY TIMES MUST A PERSON DIE TO STOP THE HURT????
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