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Life is a blow... It evaporates. When we put a pan on the fire and cook something in it, it automatically starts to evaporate the liquid it contains in the food. Life is like this. We assume that food is your life, and liquid is the experience we take during the cooking process. The verge of death is the lid, which when we get up we let the "gas" escape. Evaporate experiences and what is left is food for someone. Human life is fragile as glass and predictable as a cliché film. We will be born, if we can live and die. I was not like that. I loved life and everything it could offer. He believed that life would give its guests what they really deserve. Like past life if you were a good person you will be able to reincarnate according to your good attitudes. My mind was fragile and imagined things. A good life, children, husband, good job that would give me enough money to be able to make an international trip twice a year. Dreams and dreams vorjadas during our childhood to make us grow without really having the notion of the shitty life that we all have. Two years ago, he came in pain. Repeated headaches, stomach pains, nausea, vomiting. I was confused because I was 15 years old, and I was in love and I was hanging out with the college students. I was very well off. I thought I really was. As I said, I was in a lot of pain and worried, but like any teenager like "I don't care about my health and I'm going to take an aspirin", I was like that for 3 months. Until what happened I almost died. During a run on the school court, after 5 minutes of running, I started to feel a tightness in my lungs. But I kept running, after 2 minutes I started coughing and after 3 minutes I fell on the floor dizzy and coughing up blood. The only thing I vaguely remember is Aline yelling at me and then yelling at Mr. Junior, the physical education teacher, claiming that I was dying. After that, I was in the hospital with a device so I could breathe. Conclusion: I had cancer. If I had radiation therapy, I would have a chance of a cure. 70% cure. Despite everything I was confident, I spent the rest of the months hiding the people around me (friends from school and my crush), I went about my life normally. But it didn't last long. 4 months later my hair fell out. In 6 months I had no eyebrows or eyelashes. And in 8 months I didn't want to leave the house. My love fell in love with these words: "I don't want to fall in love with anyone, especially someone who can leave me. Sorry." I understood. Really. So I did what everyone else would do. I pulled away and closed myself completely. I haven't talked to anyone in that school in a year. And in 2 months, my last year at school will start. And I hope to die before that.