Just had a word with the doctor and he said she won’t have much time left to live. Those words. Damn you pulmonary embolism, f*** you blood clots.
I was chatting with her just a moment ago. She said “take a picture of me, the sunrays are beckoning”. I took a photo of her, hoping is a memory I can keep even after I lose her, to keep me strong. But her smile, her gaze towards the brightly lit windows. It seems that she knows.
I don’t have much to spare now after selling my car and prized valuables. So much to pay for and I can’t bear to let you go. Now the hospital bills are stacking up, $136,800 in total… F***ING SH*”
I wana spend more time with you Hazel Lee, please don’t go.
Any kind soul, please, just help with what you can. I will be utterly grateful.
Thank you and God Bless You.