The blankness of my mind illuded my senses. The world seemed to be on pause, although I was the only one who could not move. It was terminal, they said, and that they were very sorry. The disease we had so long had been fighting was in the lead and was going to win the battle of death. I turned to my family, my mother, father, and younger sister, who were in the same shocked state as I. They hadn’t seemed to mind that my hair was gone, or that I was constantly exhausted. They were there for me for the whole ordeal. Now, however, I was entering a place of my shortened life they could not help me through. I was dying, and nothing anyone could do would help me now.