I Have Seven Days Left to Live

In my final year of high school, just as the college entrance exams were approaching, I was diagnosed with blood cancer. It hit me like a bolt from the blue.

I was forced to leave the school I loved and move into a hospital, where I had to face all kinds of tests and chemotherapy every day...

Even though I cooperated with every test, the doctor suddenly told me I had only seven days left to live.

I was afraid, terrified, and helpless. I shut myself away, but then I suddenly understood: people come into this world and either die unnoticed or die having made a difference. I chose the latter.

I decided to make one last effort with the time I had left, so I could at least make my life mean something.

My parents, my family, and that person, too, quietly supported me.