Replacing Me Before I Die
Language: en
Life has a cruel way of pulling the rug out from under you just when you think you’ve hit rock bottom. When the doctor handed me the biopsy results—a cold, clinical death sentence labeled Stage IV Cancer—I thought that was the worst it could get. I was wrong. Before I could even process the word terminal, I was dragged into the shadows of a vacant lot by a group of drunken men. I spent the night enduring a nightmare that no words in the English language are equipped to describe. By the time a passerby found me and called the police, I was more ghost than woman. At the precinct, the…