Anonymous: I don't know you but I have followed you for quite some time now. I don't have the right words for you, but here are some honest ones: Everything will be alright. You will come out of this stronger and wiser. Please, cherish your surroundings and you won't have time to worry about anything else. Take one day at a time. You're not alone. People listen, people care. Have a good night.

Honest words are always the right kind of words and thank you for them. I really do appreciate them. You have yourself a great night :)

If I’m honest, these last few months have been scarier than even the most frightening of horror movies. I am scared to fall asleep because I keep dreaming of you, I am petrified beyond belief to inherit the diseases that claimed you and our other family members. Every racing heart or headache feels like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. I am frightened to be alone in case the explosion comes; even something as simple as walking the 900 metres from campus alone leads to full on panic. At any given moment, my legs have become a weary bridge about to give way and this frightens me. I’m scared that I’ll leave before life begins and like you and your brother, I’ll never have a chance to live. The worst part is, the only word I ever trusted was yours and I no longer have it to tell me it will be okay.