Cancer
Is My New Best Friend.
Chapter 2,
*2 months into having Leukaemia*
It was just another trip to the
hospital, the hospital where kids had cancer and were having the
same treatment as me.
“Be strong” my mom
said holding my hand.
My mom was great she would stay
with me while it was entering me.
Chemotherapy made me feel tired
or sick.
I was losing my blonde
hair.
The kids at school understood but
some would bully me calling me ‘Baldy’.
“You’re
beautiful” my mom said holding my hand.
That was a lie.
My mom was going to shave of her
hair with me to support me but I told her not to.
After 3 hours of being in
hospital I was discharged.
Once we got home I went for a nap
on the sofa.
My older brother Dallas came and
cuddled me.
“How’s my favorite
sister?” Dallas whispered in my ear.
Dallas is 17 years
old.
“Weak” I said looking
at him, his brown hair was curly and almost covered his
eyebrows.
“You’re strong
you’ll make this” he said smiling.
“Promise?” I said, I
had no clue why I said that, he can’t promise
that.
“I promise” he said
smiling “Want some pop tarts?”
“I’m alright thanks
maybe in an hour” I smiled falling into a deep
sleep.
I dreamt that my parents and my
siblings were walking on the beach in North Carolina. There was
somebody missing, that somebody was me.
I was dead; I’m not going
to make this.
“Wake up!” Dallas
said shaking me.
My eyes flickered open, realizing
it was just a dream.
A dream that could become real
one time.
My family would be moving on
without me.
“It’s just a
dream Casey” Dallas said wrapping his hands around
me.
“I know” I whispered
holding onto the pillow “I’m not going to make
this”
“You are and you
will” he said “Remember that
promise”
The promise that one day
would be broken.
