Chloe, you have Intestinal Cancer. Then they got silent as if expecting me to say something, but I had never even heard of cancer. Let alone intestinal cancer.
They tried to explain to me what it was, treatment, and cures, but I kinda zoned out.
That day- August 17, 2005-, still fresh in my mind was the start of a whole new life for me.
The next day my parents drove me to the hospital to start Chemotherapy. I remember being afraid of all the doctors who were crowding around me, trying to assess my condition. Then I felt a poke in my arm, which I realized was a needle. About 20 minutes later I started to feel nauseous, and I couldn't keep anything down, so they had to keep me overnight.
When we returned home the next day my parents told me there were going to be some "changes".
So long as I had cancer, I had to abide by these rules
1. ABSOLUTELY NO ROUGH HOUSING
2. No swimming
3. No school recess
4. Attend tutoring because of school absenses
Those weren't the only "changes" though.
My mom also said that I was going to lose my hair. I asked my mom why she was going to take away my hair, and she said I didn't understand what she meant. She said it was just going to fall out naturally. I started to cry. I had grown my hair out since as long as I could remember, and it was almost past my stomach, so I didn't want to "lose my hair"
This is how it went for the next 4 years. Doctor appointments, no social life, Chemotherapy, and Radiation. It was just too much to handle. But then one day when I was at a weekly check up, my doctor did an ultrasound of my stomach, and couldn't find the tumor. He left quickly without saying a word, and when he came back several other nurses were with him. Each of them tried and tried, but could not find the tumor. So they sent me to have a bunch of testing done, then sent us home.
The next day the hospital called and said they have some important news that needed to be told in person. My mom, suspecting something bad had happened grabbed me and her purse, and then got in the car, and sped down the street.
About 20 minutes later we arrived at the hospital. When we walked in we didn't see any of my doctors, so we asked the lady at the front desk, and she pointed us in the right direction. As we half walked/half jogged down the hallway all I could think is "what is wrong with me this time?"
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Misterio / SuspensoChloe is 7 when she finds out she has cancer, and it lasts a miserable 4 years. When the cancer finally leaves, she returns to school full time, but is finding quite hard to keep up with homework for new things, and catching up with the things she m...
