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I can see where this would be true. But, at a time when we weren't sure if
I was going to live or die, and had no clue what was going on in my body, knowing that other people in the family had good times
and bad times and made it through ok was enough to keep me going. There was a time when I thought, you know, maybe it might be easier if I just kinda went to sleep. but then I got one of those letters and thought, how would that look? This family was dealing with cancer and didn't give up, and if my mother has to write a christmas letter next year and start off by saying "well, its been a tough year. Matthew offed himself on the 1st of january because he felt sorry for himself, and it was the day before the test results came back" that might not be good
So, I kept going. Was tough, but I toughed it out
I'm not saying that one letter saved me, I'm saying the thought of my mother having to write that letter and them bring me back to kill me all over again for making her write that letter is what saved me
*i'm ascared of my mother*
Well, I'm sure glad you didn't! Yes indeedy, I recieved such a letter as that. I'm glad it wasn't about you.