-*This book is inspired by larrystylinson4dayz go read her stories! Btw, I'm probably not going to get all of the facts right for this and I apologize. I'll do my best! Enjoy! I'm so excited for this story!!!!

hi!! update from 2020 here-
just thought I'd warn you since past gwen did not, this story is not and will not be finished!! it ends abruptly as I became uninterested, so know there is no official ending chapter to this book, it just ends where it ends.
and even if I suddenly got the desire to finish, Joey and Daniel are no longer in a relationship so i'd feel weird continuing to write them as if they were since my janiel heart is broken lol.

hopefully you still enjoy it (even though this book is trash lmfao.)

love u!!

ILYSM!! <3
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60

Let's jump right into it. I'm not going to start off with some great introduction because this story can't be sugarcoated.

In 2012 I was diagnosed with lung cancer on the date of July 5th. I had contently been coughing and I remember feeling pain and... Just a lot, I felt a lot. My mother finally convinced me to go to the doctor; she always worried about my health even though I was determined it wasn't that big of a deal.

I remember walking in, confident about what they were going to tell me and then I'd prove her wrong... But I was proven wrong. 
When they took a first test, they didn't tell me anything. They just ran a lot of other tests. Scans and such. And they would have the proper diagnosis.

A while later they called me in and I asked them to just be blunt about it. I sat down in the office... The doctor giving me such a nervous look and a sad one. Then the words left his mouth.

"You have lung cancer" he said more, but I couldn't focus. I didn't cry, at first.

When I got to my car I remember screaming. Not smart, but that's what I did. I told my family all together to save more tears from falling.

I prayed. I prayed so much it wasn't even funny.

I remember the doctor telling me the stages of my type of lung cancer.

Stage I: The cancer is located only in the lungs and has not spread to any lymph nodes.

Stage II: The cancer is in the lung and nearby lymph nodes.

Stage III: Cancer is found in the lung and in the lymph nodes in the middle of the chest, also described as locally advanced disease. Stage III has two subtypes:

If the cancer has spread only to lymph nodes on the same side of the chest where the cancer started, it is called stage IIIA.
If the cancer has spread to the lymph nodes on the opposite side of the chest, or above the collar bone, it is called stage IIIB.
Stage IV: This is the most advanced stage of lung cancer, and is also described as advanced disease. This is when the cancer has spread to both lungs, to fluid in the area around the lungs, or to another part of the body, such as the liver or other organs.

I was immediately put on medications and therapy and so much. Just so much was happening too fast.

Then a miracle happened. God has answered my prayers. I survived.

I know it seems as though this is moving all took fast, but trust me. Time will slow down.

Now fast forward 4 years later. 2016. 24 years old.

I had normal appointments with my doctor just to make sure everything was alright...

Then the day that crashed my world... Again.

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I was lazily laying on the couch, on the phone with my sister, Nicole, The TV playing quietly as we talked about different subjects and topics and just life in general. Me and her, were as close as you can possibly get.

"Oh my god Nicole remember when Jet glued moms wedding ring to the toilet after she canceled his sleepover?" I asked as I chucked at the memory. I heard her laugh as well.

"How'd he even get it though? Like, her and dad never even take them off" she laughed I shook my head slightly and chuckled again.

I felt my phone make a weird beeping noise, I moved it away from my ear and looked the screen; my doctor, David Patrick was calling.

"Doctor Partick is calling. Call you back in a sec" I said. She murmured in response and I clicked 'answer'.

"Hi" I said as I pressed the phone to my ear again. "Hi Mister Graceffa, it's Doctor David Patrick, I was calling because I have something I'd like to talk to you about. It's important that you get here as soon as possible. I'm free the rest of the day so whenever you can come-"

"What's happened?" I asked, concerned as I interrupted him. I hear a quiet sigh then his voice returned. "I'm afraid I can't share this information over the phone. I'm going to have to ask you come down." He said again. I felt my heart race a little faster then before.

"Okay alright- I'll, okay. Okay I'll be there in ten" I said shakily. "Alright" he said as I hung up.

"Please..." I murmured to myself. I usually wouldn't automatically assume somethings bad, but sometimes... Sometimes I have that gut feeling.

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As he sat down on the desk chair in front of me; I mentally prayed and prayed. Please no. 

"Okay so Mister Graceffa-"

"Just be blunt" I said sort of rudly. There was a clear hesitation before he proceeded to tell me.

"Your cancer is back. But... It's worse it's already spread to the lymph and your left lung, now it's gotten- I don't know how to tell you this..."

I already felt the massive wave of tears begin to slowly fall down my face. Each one filled with every emotion I could've possibly felt at that moment. 

"You have 60 days to live. It's spread throughout your body." 

I completely froze. I even stopped crying. I couldn't move and I couldn't think. What are you supposed to think when someone tells you something like this? A lot of things clearly, but yet my mind was blank.

My name is Joey Graceffa. And I have 60 more days to live.

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