Dear Diary,

Today, I received the news that I have been dreading for months. The doctors have confirmed that my illness is terminal, and I have only a few months left to live. I am scared, but at the same time, I feel a sense of calmness. I have always known that this day would come, and I have tried to prepare myself mentally for it.

As I sit here in my hospital bed, I can't help but feel a sense of sadness. I am not ready to leave this world yet. There are still so many things that I want to do, so many places that I want to see, and so many people that I want to spend time with. But I know that I have to accept my fate and make the most of the time that I have left.

I have always been a private person, and I don't like to burden others with my problems. But in this diary, I can express my deepest thoughts and feelings without fear of judgment. I want to use this time to reflect on my life and the choices that I have made. I want to make peace with myself and those around me.

I am grateful for the love and support of my family and friends. They have been my rock throughout this journey, and I know that they will continue to be there for me until the end. I want to make sure that they know how much I love them and how much they mean to me.

As I close this entry, I am reminded of a quote that I once read, "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away." I may not have much time left, but I am determined to make every moment count.

Until next time,

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