I miss a friend

Where do we go when we are gone? When our lives shuffle off this mortal coil, when our life string is finally cut, the candle is finally snuffed out? Where do we go? Is it what we take with us or what we leave behind that matters most? Why do the ones who grace our lives for a moment, make us feel so much pain when they are gone? Billy was my friend, we worked together and made fun of customers, we never worked too hard, and never did we not have fun. Where he has gone I do not know. My only hope is that I will see him again someday.You will be missed.-Your friend

What Would you Do?

In September of 2002 I was told that I had cancer. It was Thyroid cancer, what they didn't know yet was what type of Thyroid Cancer it was. Either I was going to have a surgery and some radiation therapy and slowly work towards getting better. Or I was going to die before Christmas. I was only 20. The results of the tests that determined what type of cancer it was would take 5 days. What would you have done if for 5 days you thought you were going to die in 12 weeks?