THE END

It's over. The last treatment has been taken and recovered from. The recent scans show no signs of the cancer remaining. All that is left is the removal of the port through which chemical weapons against cancer were injected. After that, there is nothing left.

This experience has not really changed me. Everything will go back to normal soon and I will just keep going where ever I am going. There is no telling what lies ahead but that doesn't matter. I like to live in the moment and not plan everything out, because nothing ever goes as planned.

It's back to learning stuff I'll soon forget at school and dreaming about doing stuff I may or may not do. That's how it was before and that is how it will be now. I don't know if I was supposed to learn anything from this. All I've learned is that getting cancer sucks. I have also learned what suffering and misery really are and that before this I never truly knew those things. Hopefully I won't have to relearn them but that is impossible to guarantee, isn't it.

Some of you may wonder about how things are going to be for me mentally now that this is over. I have discussed my mental state and the problems with it that started before the cancer so you must be wondering how the hell I'll tie that up. The answer, like all real life answers, is disappointing. It is impossible to tell where I'm going with this mental thing. Right now I'm in the middle, not too depressed but not too happy. I don't know what I believe in nor what truth really is. So until further notice I'll assume that the truth about everything, life, history, the world is simply what people make it. It's almost as though everyone lives in their own little world, their own version of reality and accepts it as the true reality.

Because of this I don't believe in truth anymore. I believe that everyone is right about everything because what they believe is completely true in their world. Same goes for me. The theory I explained to you just now is completely true in my world because I dictate my own reality. In yours it might be different. But that doesn't bother me. Everyone's entitled to their own reality and it is pointless for people to argue which one is right.

But enough of my crazy philosophy. My point is this blog is over. The cancer experience is just a memory for me now and it is a memory I'd be happy to lose. Therefore, I'm done with this blog whose name is cancer. I won't close it down so you can still read it. I just won't add anymore. Perhaps I'll start another blog in which is about something I actually like instead of something I want to just get through with and forget.

But before I leave, I would like to clarify some things. I did not start this blog, my dad did and he was the one who created the first entry. You can probably tell by the difference in the writing. He then had me take it from there. That's the truth.

Now I'm going to end what my dad started. It's over now. Nothing more for me to talk about here. The cancer is gone, I've learned some things, I have no idea what my future will be like and what happens to my mental state remains to be seen.

It's over. End of story. The end.