My aunts cancer is incurable. It started to attack the lungs. She might only have a couple of years to live and will start aggressive chemo soon. I don’t know what this means. Reality is a total blur, it’s like a bad dream. In my mind, I’ll continue to text her and she’ll visit me like nothing ever happened. And I’ll probably believe that long after she’s gone, because nothing is real unless I allow it to be real.











