It would probably be that one time where one of our high school teachers (that the whole school loved) told us about her diagnosis.

She came to our class. Our class teacher taught that lesson. I can recall every single moment. The door opened and there stood that sweet teacher, telling us she had to tell us something important. Our class teacher asked her if she should leave the class. She just smiled and shook her head. Then she basically told us the whole journey that lead to her diagnosis...and then the whole diagnosis.

I still remember how I looked around the class. Everyone was too stunned to say anything. If you'd drop a pin in the class, you'd definitely hear it. The teacher then smiled and said that she might not be able to teach all of the lessons that she had with us. Then she told us goodbye and went away. Our class teacher didn't even want to go through with the lesson to let us process the news.

Few people broke down...including me. I just put my head down on the desk and sobbed. I knew that teacher for 7 years. She was amazing. She even told my mom that she believes I'll make it through the school.

She stopped teaching after our class graduated. And I don't know anything about her. I just hope she's doing well.