Deep breaths filling her lungs, four seconds in, seven seconds out. She was struggling to prevent a panic attack as she sit against the bathtub, knees tucked to her chest, arms keeping her legs close to her body. The white tiled floor was cold, her faucet leaking as she counts the drips. She can smell the candle burning on the counter, she closes her eyes as she tries to take her mind to a different place.

Any place but here, in this place, at this second she has cancer. Her eyes filling with tears as she thinks about her world ending, the possibility of her taking her last breath. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She’s only 25, she just got her dream job as a journalist for an online magazine. She bought her little blue house with the white picket fence and the wrap around porch. Her dog, a Frenchie named Peanut, finally had a yard instead of living apartment to apartment. And Ben, she’s finally found him. After years of dating the wrong men and getting her heart broken, she found the one. It sounds cliche thinking of it that way, but she truly believes she found the man she’ll love forever. But will he still love her with her limited timeline?