“I’m strong. I’ll get through this.” I thought as I walked into the doctor’s office. I had, had a check up last week, and they found something they didn’t like. So they called me in. I walked up to the front desk. “Hi, I’m Maya Connors’; I’m her to see Dr. Shay.” I said to the nurse. The minute I said my name she started to look very sad. I didn’t know what that was about. “You can go to room,” She looked at the computer. “Room 66.” She looked as if she wanted to say something more but just, couldn’t. I walked down the long hall. It was scary. I saw in one room a mother holding her crying daughter. I didn’t know what had happened but I knew it was something bad. Then finally I got to room 66.

“I what?” I asked the doctor. She looked at me, and then looked down. “You have lung cancer, and it’s very progressive.” She said. I couldn’t believe it. I was 18 years old. I couldn’t have lung cancer! I haven’t lived yet! I looked at her, and said, “H-how long to I have?” I look as if she wanted to cry with me. “You have about a week. Give or take.” She said. Then she added, “I’m sorry.” I couldn’t believe this. How could I of all people? I got off the table and walked to the main lobby. My best friend Britney was waiting for me out side. I walked up to her black Jeep. She rolled down the window. “How’d it go?” She asked. I didn’t know what to say. I mean I had cancer! What was I going to say? “I-I have cancer. I week to live.” I stuttered. She looked at me. She turned totally white, and said, “You kidding right?” I started to cry, and shuck my head. She grabbed me and started hugging me. “Oh my goodness!” She said.

~ Next Day I had told all my family the day I found out. They all said they wanted to spend as much time with me as possible, before… things happen. “Oh Maya!” My mother said over and over. All the family gathered at my house to make planes and know what I wanted to happen to my body. Personally I wanted them all to get out. But I new how hard this is for them. “Hey Maya.” My friend Jake had said when he came over. Then he had said, “I’m really going to miss you.” He started to cry. Just for his sake I really hoped I had at lest 2 weeks.

~5 Day’s decided to totally pig out! I was going to die; I wasn’t going to have a chance to eat my favorite food 6 feet under. I sat at the table eating cake, ice cream, and stake. I had my mom go out and buy me, like every thing on the menu at McDonald’s. And she should be back soon. After I was done I felt like I wouldn’t be able to eat for another year. I would have to anyway. I started to breath real hard. I fell out of seat. This was it.

I could feel my heart in my head. I was floating. No I was on one of those beds that the use to transport you to the hospital. Why did mom call 911? She knew this was going to happen. Why didn’t she just let what’s going to happen, happen? She loved me, she wasn’t ready to let go. I can understand a part of me wasn’t either. I could here the doctors talking then one of them said, “She has lung cancer, there’s nothing you can do.” It was doctor Shay. I wanted to say something but I couldn’t. Then just like that I could feel myself drifting away and just like that I was gone.