On the Edge of Pure

His headache was like his skull was splitting, as if thousands of needles were piercing his nerves at the same time. His body felt like it was cracking and collapsing inch by inch. He took a deep breath, forcing down the pain, not uttering a single sound, even though he was drenched in sweat and his fingernails were digging into his flesh.,Today is the 2046th year of the solar calendar, January 17th. This marks the 3,001st day since Luchunyi began his fight against cancer. After stopping his medication, he endures this excruciating pain every day. He doesn't know how much longer he can hold on. In theory, once his anti-cancer medicine runs out, he will be close to death.,I went back to the washroom and washed my hands. The reflection in the mirror was pale, like a paper doll, with red and swollen needle marks all over the back of my right hand. Just looking at it made me shudder.。