I want them out.
I don't care if they are benign pieces of clumped up cells. I want them out.
I don't want them to even have the possibility to turn malignant. It's her liver! Get a fucking scalpel and start surgery.
This is what I want.
I want her to go a day without pain. I know,... that is one request very uneasy to answer.
But fuck. I mean her life has been one living hell. Abuse. Rejection. Reliance.
Just give her one fucking day without out any morbid pain. Emotional flashbacks. Distress just stop.
But let her live. Don't end her suffering by taking her life.
I ask you dear Life to not let Death sneak up upon her and steal away her breath. Not now. She may still be breathing but she is not dead living. Dear life just take away the pain. I know you can.
She may believe in the heavens but I know better than that. I ask Life. Not some supreme being for help. Life. Just take it away. The pain.
Take out those stupid cells that cause her excruciating pain. Take out those memories that frighten her at night. Remove her doubts of being a beautiful, amazing woman I love to call Mommas. Just get rid of that shit.
San Diego needs her. Mexico needs her. Earth needs her. I NEED HER!
Let her stay. I ask you Life. I ask you Death. I ask you Doctors and Science to find some way to help her.
Love,
a grieving student.
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