My older sister wrote a whatsapp note to me yesterday.
Then she called.
She's in the hospital again.
They found something on her lung again. She didn't sound very good on the phone. Last time she was in the hospital, she had surgery on one of her lungs.
Lung-cancer.
She hasn't got any definite results yet but I guess they won't be too positive, when they come. She spoke of another chemotherapy and maybe another surgery. But I guess she can't live without any of her lungs.
Or?
Well, we all have to die sooner or later.
But we mostly all would prefer it to be later.
My life sounds more and more like one of those films without background music.
Everything's so blank.
Pretending to master.
10:59 pm - February 16, 2014
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