The Fear

Each time I remember the pending death of my uncle, I feel fear and my heart aches.
My uncle did not have the courage to ask his doctor what his disease was. He was afraid of the answer, cancer. People around him lied to him by saying that he had a curable disease. They knew that if they told him he had cancer, he would have died sooner.
His pain increased every day and his temper became worse. He cried many times and wished he could live long enough to see his grandson’s wedding; however, he did not.
All his reactions and behavior have haunted me for a ling time. I fear I may suffer from the same pain. These thoughts disabled me. However, I gradually understood that facts are facts. No matter what your wishes are, accepting facts is the first step to gaining courage.