Hey everybody, today I'm going to create a story for the picture below.

 

Two weeks ago I found out that I have cancer. I'm married and have 3 kids. I have a 7 year old son, a 5 year old son, and a little girl that turns one next week. I was told I only have about a month left to live because the cancer has traveled through my whole body already. The doctors told me it's not even worth trying chemotherapy. I know that I should be grateful every morning that I get to wake up,  but instead I think of it as one day closer until I die. All of the colors I see slowly turn darker. Every time that I hear "dada" from my little girl, I tear up. I don't have enough energy to play outside with my boys like I have been doing since they first started walking. Each night I go to bed earlier than the last, and each morning I sleep later than the morning before. My wife and I barely talk anymore because it just turns into arguing about how I should be spending my last few days. Last night I went for a walk after I gave my kids a hug and kiss goodnight. Our house is right next to a bridge, a bridge that I've thought about jumping off of many times. Hardly any cars drive on it, only about five in an entire day. I sat on the ledge for hours, ignoring the rest of the world. I thought about my life the whole time. I thought about all of my problems. Tears wouldn't stop coming. I questioned my life multiple times in those hours. I would stand, taking a step closer to jumping, but would talk myself into sitting back down. All I had to think about was my kids and instantly I would back away from the ledge. I can't make them think that it is okay to take your own life, but I also can't have them watching me slowly die away each and every day. My whole life was circling back and forth in my head. Do I or don't I? I finally decided. I looked down, took one step closer to the ledge, and jumped. In that short fall down that felt like forever, all of my problems were gone.


Thanks for reading,
Kia Ahrens