What are you reading? May I suggest something?
Hi, my name is Olivia Carpenter and this is my hair raising, lumpy, bumpy journey. Wanna come? Sure, you do. There’re laughs, fist fights, bra burning parties, nasty drama filled girl snits, baby showers, and death. Let’s not forget that part. Come on, grab a coffee, tea, wine- Oh! Wine, *sigh* Anyway, have a seat and get comfy cuz I have a story to tell.
Did you know the average life span is 28, 835 days? If that didn’t feel short enough, let’s cut that in half?
We each have a finite amount of days, but, on average, we don’t know how many that is. I do. I know my number because it has been stamped on my medical file- Terminal. The question is, how do you live when you know your time is short?
My end started on a cold examination table wearing a threadbare gown.
Turns out, I was hiding a killer under my skin, breast cancer, and it was not a fight I was going to win.
This is how my family and friends learned to live, laugh, and love with my expiration date looming in the background.
O-B*tch-uary 