Eight to Twelve Months to Live

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"She has eight to twelve months to live." A shock went over the room, a needle could have fallen and been heard. My grandma, my guardian for all my life looked an me and collapsed in my arms if I had this would be the last time she would see me. I was only seven and didn't know what to do. I was confused and unsure as to what to going on.

"Eight to twelve months to live, Grandmum, what does that me?" I asked with tears beginning to fill my ice blue eyes.

This is what my mother was told when we went to the doctors office for my annual child development testing. What we thought to be a normal day, waking up for school and work, turned into the most horrifying day of my family's lives. I didn't really realize what was going on but I could see that whatever was wrong with me had an awful impact on the people that cared the most about me.