September 19, 2019
My Brain Is Slowly Dying. I Have One Year Remaining || Best True Stories Animated

My Brain Is Slowly Dying. I Have One Year Remaining || Best True Stories Animated


Hey, guys. My name is Dave. My story is sad, and I hope it never happens
to any of you, but here’s an example of how a person goes through all five stages of grief. And I’ll tell you how to handle it. As it usually happens, everything started
at the most inappropriate period of my life. I had just turned 16, I had my beloved mother,
the best friends in the world, and a beautiful girlfriend. And then I started having headaches. Nothing unusual, right? I thought it was because of the weather, or
a lack of sleep. So I was just taking painkillers and minding
my own business. But after a couple of weeks, I became dizzy,
which just added to the pain. I was just lying on the bed, but it felt like
I was rocking back and forth… like I was on a ship in a storm or something. Obviously, I had to go to the doctor. At the appointment, he examined me and said
that they needed to do an MRI of my brain – a common thing for my symptoms. After the test, we waited for the results
in the hallway. I saw that my mother was really worried, and
tears came to her eyes. I was a little confused, but my mom shared
that years ago, my dad had to have surgery and he was fighting a disease. The doctors told my father that he had only
two years to live and he wanted to leave something behind. A year later I was born. And after another year, he died. My mother used to say that I looked just like
him. But I don’t remember him at all… *sighs*
This didn’t make things any easier. I wanted to cheer her up, and I told her that
I couldn’t have cancer and that we’d know for sure soon. But I was wrong. The doctor called us in, and had some bad
news. He hung up a picture of my brain and pointed
to a little glowing point. He said it was a tumor. Then he asked if any of my family members
had cancer because then I could be predisposed to the disease too, and this tumor could be
malignant. It’s really small now and needs to be removed,
and the sooner it’s done, the better. But I swear to you, I didn’t see anything. So I refused to believe that I had cancer. This dot was so small that it could be confused
with anything! At that moment, everything was absolutely
clear to me – this doctor was wrong, and we just needed to go to another hospital and
they’ll just give me some migraine pills. My mom begged me to start treatment faster,
but I was old enough to make my own decisions. After another week I was downing painkillers,
and trying to convince my mom that I was better, so she wouldn’t worry. But at some point, I noticed that my vision
was getting worse, and I got scared. It looks like the doctor was right. I did the MRI again, and now it was clearly
visible – the tumor was in my brain, and it had become bigger. There was no doubt that I had brain cancer. Thus ended the first stage of acceptance – denial. And things started to get even worse. The hospital became my new home. I didn’t want to accept the diagnosis and
I was mad at literally everything. Doctors in white coats, endless tests, hospital
food, and my room, where it felt like I was in prison. But most of all, I was angry at the pity people
had for me. My friends and my girlfriend used to come
to me with their sad faces, and try to say that everything was going to be fine. My mom kept holding my hand and crying. I was so sick and tired of it. Why me? Why is this happening to me? “Predisposed to cancer,” those words were
in my head. Is that what I inherited from my father? Brain cancer? I’m in the hospital now because my parents
decided to have a child who would be “predisposed to cancer”? I blamed my mom, I yelled at her, and I kicked
her out of my room. I have never been so angry in my life. I thought it would be easier if I could just
be alone. But they didn’t want to leave me. When I was under the drip, a whole delegation
of my friends came to me. And of course, they started to say how important
it was to be with your loved ones and that my mom should be with me and blah-blah-blah. Every word of it made me angry. How can they not understand? I’m dying! And they’re trying to tell me what I should
do? I yelled at them and ordered them to leave. But they refused. They said that I needed the support of my
family, even though I didn’t understand it right now. Then I shouted, “If you don’t want to leave
me alone, then I’ll just leave myself!” I snatched the IV from my hand and got up
quickly. But even before I could get to the door, my
head started spinning and my eyes started to darken. And a second later, I passed out. This was the stage of anger. It’s very dangerous because I could hurt myself
and others in a rage. I woke up, and the first thing I saw were
the scared faces of my friends. I was terrified and I started to cry. There was only one thought in my head – I
don’t want to die. For the first time I felt so scared and I
repeated those words like a mantra – I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die. After a couple of days, I was ready for surgery. I don’t want to frighten you, so I’ll leave
out all the details. But it is important to know that the operation
didn`t solve the problem completely. Because before, when I went to the doctors
and then refused to believe them, the cancer had more time to progress. And the surgery just basically bought me a
little time. As the doctor said, I’ll live for another
two or three years. Yeah, now I had my “expiration date.” But I wasn’t going to put up with this. After I got out of the hospital, I spent my
days on the internet, reading about people who had cases like mine. And I learned that some people live much longer
than three years. Some of them have even fully recovered. In my search, I came across an article about
a man who had beat cancer. And this man has published many books about
his own fight with the disease and how religion had helped him. I read them all. Incredibly, he was able to overcome the disease
with the help of spiritual practices, and now he travels the world and teaches them
to other people. I thought, “This is my chance!.” Soon he was supposed to have a seminar in
a town nearby, but when I told my mom about it, she didn’t share my enthusiasm. Quite the opposite, actually. She got scared and started to worry. She was afraid that I was going to get into
some kind of cult. But I convinced her that it was all okay and
that I really needed it. She agreed to let me go on one condition – she
would come with me to make sure everything was fine. We spent a lot of money, and I was really
looking forward to the seminar. We arrived at the venue. It turned out to be some kind of gym or something,
where they set up a stage and chairs. The audience was full of very strange people. Soon the mentor came on the stage. For almost an hour he talked about the spiritual
world of man, and how material things interfere with spiritual development. But then he said that now he was going to
show the audience how everything works. A boy in a wheelchair appeared on the stage,
and the mentor said he was going to make the boy walk with the power of will. There was silence for a moment. The mentor looked at the boy for a few seconds. And suddenly the boy got up and started walking. The crowd exploded with applause. They were just crazy about what they saw. They even started to get up from their own
seats and try to get on stage. It was complete chaos. At that moment my mother took my hand and
quickly led me to the exit. I asked her why we were leaving. And mom said, “Can’t you see? This man is a fraud! I knew it!” “But then why did you let me go?” I asked. Then my mother explained everything to me. She said she wanted me to see it for myself. I have hope for my recovery, and this hope
can be manipulated and used by other people. And she was right, I mean, I was ready to
do anything to give myself at least one extra day of life. That’s why the bargaining stage is dangerous. You have this blind hope for happiness, and
people can cause themselves and others even more harm, or even lose what they already
have. So I had to just be reasonable and accept
my fate. After realizing that I couldn’t change anything
and that these three years are all I have left, the heavy burden of the depression stage
fell on me like a ton of bricks. I had to keep living. But why? For what reason? I won’t be able to see student life, I won’t
be able to travel, I won’t be able to have a family… During the day my girlfriend would try to
cheer me up, and I’d feel better, but at night I had insomnia, and I was immersed in my own
dark thoughts. I read books about death and watched sad movies. One night, though, I noticed something. In books and movies, the heroes often go and
see the sunrise on the ocean. Like in “The Bucket List” or “Knockin’ On
Heaven’s Door.” And I came up with this crazy idea to just
get up and go drive to the ocean with my girlfriend. The journey would probably take a maximum
of two hours, we would be able to see the sunrise, and then we could be back home by
the next morning. I haven’t done anything romantic for a long
time, so I wanted to surprise Lily. I took my mom’s car and drove up to Lily’s
house. She was awake. I crept up to her window and knocked. At first, she got scared, but when she saw
it was me she was delighted. I told her I had a surprise for her, and a
few minutes later we were driving towards the coast. Despite the fact that this was a crazy and
strange idea, Lily was happy. She said that for the first time in months,
I sounded enthusiastic. We drove toward the coast and talked about
different things. Soon, Lily fell asleep and I kept driving. I kept looking at the endless white line in
the middle of the road. It was like it was hypnotizing me, and soon
my eyes started to close too. I don’t remember when I passed out, but
suddenly, I heard a car horn and Lily’s scream. I opened my eyes and saw two big headlights
that were approaching really fast – we were going to crash into an oncoming car. I barely had time to pull the steering wheel
to the side and hit the brakes. We’re lucky we didn’t crash. Lily was terrified. We both could have died just now. I hugged her tight and I said in a panic,
“I’m sorry, I dozed off. I’m so sorry.” We both could barely catch our breath we were
so scared. After this, neither of us were in the mood
for romance. I took Lily home, put the car in the garage,
and I couldn’t sleep for a long time. My hands were still shaking. One thought flashed in my mind – I was ready
to die, but I could never forgive myself if something had happened to Lily. How would my mom feel then? Or my friends? At this point, I’ve probably moved to the
last stage – the stage of acceptance. Yes, very little has changed. I’m still dying. But I realized that I still have something
to live for. My life belongs not only to me but also to
my loved ones. They supported me all this way, even when
I thought I didn’t need them. And it’s only thanks to my loved ones that
I’ve gotten this far, and now I have accepted the fact that I’m gonna die. So no matter how much time I have left, I
will dedicate it to my friends, my girlfriend, and my mother. I hope this never happens to you guys. Show this video to family and friends, and
always be patient and sympathetic with your loved ones!

100 thoughts on “My Brain Is Slowly Dying. I Have One Year Remaining || Best True Stories Animated

  1. I'm so sorry for him and I hope that he makes the most out of his remaining time and I really think that everybody should know that any type of cancer is awful and deadly and that we all need to make the most out of everyday we are blessed with. I never got to meet my grandmother because she died of lung cancer before any of my siblings and I were born but I know shes up in heaven watching us and is always with us.

  2. my moms mom had cancer my dads dad had cancer my dads mom had cancer but my moms dad didnt get cancer

    and im hoping my whole family wont die to cancer or i might have cancer to so yeah and where we used to live a little girl had acancer and when she died everyone had a parade and i wasnt there because we moved the day she died it was sad and the parents had to have christmas thanks giving and other holidays on august it was sad to hear
    i bet you didnt read all of this if you did comments saying you did

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  4. that is not fair at all they should let you enjoy your life while you still can not stay in a hospital at this rate you will die of boredom (I'm kidding of course about the boredom thing)

  5. I am so sorry about this story
    Cancer can hurt people
    It's like a meteor u try to stop it and u keep on hoping that it doesn't hit u but in the end it does
    Keep on fighting you'll win this fight

  6. If you want me to subscribe to your YouTube channel comment below😌 but you have to be posting videos daily I’ll even turn on the notifications

  7. The title literally describes me in school

    Next year?
    There won't be a "next year" mate, my braincells are leaving one by one

  8. Think positive, never give up , always remind your self that you are not alone, love the ones who loves you back but forgives the one who you hated the most, be kind and positive when ever is possible and most importantly I wish you completely recover from your brain cancer.

  9. Wahahhaah!!!! So sad!!(β•₯﹏β•₯)(β•₯﹏β•₯)(β•₯﹏β•₯)(β•₯﹏β•₯)(β•₯﹏β•₯)(β•₯﹏β•₯)(β•₯﹏β•₯)

  10. Brother I want to tell you something to tell you that you don't need to worry about this cancer anymore because I know one man that can do anything and his name is Jesus Christ of Nazareth. If you accept him as your LORD and Saviour you shall not perish but have eternal life and without any doubt I can tell you and anyone reading this comment is that nothing is impossible for Jesus because He made you with his Own hands He is the LORD GOD ALMIGHTY and if you don't accept him as your Lord and Savior, then it's your own choice because now I have told you the truth if you deny it then you will answer Jesus on judgement day and will be condemned for eternity, So I request you and anyone reading this comment is that being your brother I request you to come to Jesus and whatever type of disease you have whatever type of depression you have, if you are suffering from financial issues then no problem come to Jesus, give him your life and you will testify about yourself and Jesus and will be delivered from satan .
    In JESUS name Amen

  11. Omg My dad has the thing but not brain cancer, but he can grow the cancer, I’m scarier that I can get it! I think if I do I think I will feel better

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