One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and… I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire. The nurse asked me to rate the pain, though I couldn’t speak I held up nine fingers. Later, when I start to feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. "You know how I know?" she said, "you called a 10 a 9." But that wasn’t the truth. I didn’t called it a 9 ‘cause I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10.
And this was it. This was the great and terrible 10.
I want you to imagine a ten year old version of yourself sitting right there on this couch. Now this is the little girl who first believed that she was fat, and ugly, and an embarrassment.
This is groundbreaking
this is my third time rebloging this today. this is so important.
I have goosebumps
because were all trying to heal the child that was broken
never can sleep on the goodbye nights
↳ day three: favourite emotional scene; [2/2] // Jackson’s speech/Nothing But Treble
chasing life appreciation week: favourite episode | S01E08 “death becomes her”
"I hate cancer. I hate cancer so much I made it my life’s worth to destroy it. And I know that our greatest chance of beating this is to deal with it head on. Just look it straight in the eye and kill the bastard."