When I Had Six Months to Live, I Learned Who Truly Loved Me

What I Wish Everyone Knew Before It’s Too Late

You don’t need six months to live to learn this lesson.

Pay attention to who stays when life gets inconvenient.
Cherish those who make room for your pain.
And don’t waste your heart chasing people who disappear when things get hard.

Because in the end, it’s not the length of life that matters —
it’s who walks with you through it.

Final Thought

I don’t know how much time I have left. But I know this:

Illness took my certainty, but it gave me clarity.
It took my future, but it gave me truth.
And it showed me that real love — quiet, steady, unafraid — is the greatest gift a person can receive.

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