When I was 20 years old, my father passed away from lung cancer. At that time I realized how short life could be, so I decided to enjoy it as much as possible. 17 years later, I got the job I wanted a long way from home and was happier than ever.
A few months later, here I was in downtown Tokyo, getting triple positive HER+ diagnosed and discussing life span with my doctor. I thought that losing my father was the hardest thing I had ever faced. I was wrong. Now dealing with a possible death on my doorstep is the scariest thing I could ever imagine.
As time goes by the illness made me show life in a different way. Today I realize that I want to have quality time and do the things I feel like doing without giving anyone any satisfaction.