It's Terminal: Part 1

By S. L. Wyllie

Struggling to become pregnant and begin a family of their own, Amber and her husband finally believe they are getting the news they have been dying to hear when their family doctor calls and urges her to get back to his office. But when she arrives, the results couldn’t be more shocking. Dave, a terminally ill young man from the West Coast, is visiting Toronto after he discovers he has less than a year to live. Dave finally leaves ‘The Island’ with hopes to see the rest of Canada before his year is up. Amber and Dave get thrown into each other’s lives by a chance meeting outside of The Thompson; this is the story of how their friendship began.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S. L. Wyllie
• Release date: Aug 26, 2018

S. L. Wyllie

My name is Sara, and I’m an eccentric, sometimes shy, sometimes crazy, animal lover, indie-author, musician, etc. etc. etc. from Toronto, ON. But, I wasn’t always from Toronto, I actually grew up on the West Coast of Canada, on Vancouver Island. I have two wonderful dogs who are my pride and joy (no children yet), and I have no idea what direction my life is taking me anymore. One day I woke up and I said, I’m tired of being unhappy. And from that morning forth, I’ve been on this journey in search of happiness no matter the direction, no matter the result... What I’ve learned so far is that money and material things can only make you so happy. True happiness comes from within, and if you’re emotionally or spiritually sick, then no amount of material things can solve that. It’s something you have to learn how to fix yourself, starting with, who are you, and what makes you happy? What sort of things do you enjoy? And I feel like, I was caught up in this lie, of always appearing happy and great, but inside, I was broken. I didn’t know who I was anymore. I didn’t know what I liked, what I wanted to do with my life, I didn’t know myself. But, one thing was certain, I didn’t like the person I had become, the emotionally damaged and spiritually sick stranger I saw every morning in the mirror... And so here I am, making both rational and irrational choices based on whether or not the result of my choices will make me happy. And funny enough, I’m still here, I’m still alive, I’m happier than I can ever remember being... Even thinking back to my childhood, I don’t recall this sort of consistency... I keep waking up every morning thinking that this is a dream, that it’s all going to disappear, that I will be right back where I was before, and it scares me. I don’t ever want to go back. I don’t ever want to feel like, not living is an option again. And that fear of being stuck in a rut, in a routine that is killing me spiritually, is what motivates me to keep moving forward, no matter what happens from here... S. L.

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