You changed my life

How it all started

It all starts out the same some guy steals your heart you fall madly inlove , he breaks your heart and you're forever damaged.
Forever damaged would be the word 18 year old Cassie would use. It was almost May and that meant graduation and prom, for most high schoolers but to Cassie it meant traveling to Boston for more rounds of chemo. That's right stage 4 brain cancer, no prom, no boys , worst of all no friends, instead long sleepless nights, throwing up and the worst no hair. Don't think it's always been like this, I used to have long straight blonde hair , it was beautiful, but two years ago it slowly faded away, I was sophomore in high school, my mother worked as a business women and dad worked as a pilot. I was 16, cheerleader, popular, dated the quarterback, everyone knew me. Until one day I started bleeding blood, everyone screamed. I was rushed to the hospital and ever since that it's been my second home, I shouldn't be laughing but after 2 years in here they could atleast paint these off white walls or something. 24 pills a day, four shots, multiples doctors poking me. It's amazing , not . Two years ago I was smoking pot and watching movies in my friends basement. Crazy how life works right? One day you're all fine and dandy next day your life's pretty much over , well I shouldn't say over docs said I should have died a few months ago, but my stubborn ass decided to stick around. Since the cancer my parents divorced dad left moved to the city, and mom works hard to pay my medical bills. I had to quit cheer, school, my boyfriend broke up with me and my friends stopped visiting. My hair is gone, it gets pretty lonely in here, but I mange. Life is full of beauty just look around.
Momma always told me if a boy takes your breathe at first sight marry him. Well that moment had never came yet. I wait for my Prince Charming but remember I haven't left room 104 in two years, we'll accept to Boston for doctors. My mom sleeps on the couches of the room, her face worn out and tired. Dad is an asshole for leaving her. My moms always happy, smiling and postive, she believes I'll live to be 100, I'll stick with 20 for now! My mom tells me story's about how when I was born I came out laughing and I was her hero, "miracle baby" although laying here dying on This fine morning I wouldn't call my self "miracle" but alive is more suiting. My mom woke up at 6am checked my vitals, got me some nasty oatmeal, and water and sat reading business plans. I woke up sun in my eyes , it was bright but beautiful, the same beeping noise came from my machines and I could hear nurses being paged. My nurse was Kelly, I always tell her she should be a model, she's tall, skinny, long brown hair. "A goddess" in my eyes. She helps me through everything. Cancer isn't so bad sometimes, you go on small trips when you can, people bring you new flowers every other day, it's a nice gesture.
It's 3am , all the alarms go off, my eyes roll in my head, my body shakes, and quivers , my mouth starts to bleed. My mom screams "NURSE" tears rush down here tired face, a team wearing a special color runs in, pumping things through my veins, charging those scary things that start my heart. 1 (234) 1( 234) over and over again suddenly a pulse arises I felt dead still but that was what normally happened. I lay there weak, I couldn't move, my mom started breathing heavy. Sometimes I thought she was going to be the one on this bed, I slowly drifted into a sleep. I'm pretty sure days had passed when I woke up , I had been moved to the icu, Someone was next to me. I slowly moved my body, mom was napping, next to me lay the most beautiful man ever dark brown hair dark brown eyes. Which were staring at mine, when he realized I was checking him out, he smiled and that was all it took "Hi I'm Cassie" Dylan the boy said, than said how is pretty girl like you in here ? I started to tell him my cancer story when he stopped me , I was in a car accident , Drunk driving, I took four people in my cars lives and 3 in another. I stayed silent, than I said , bad things happen you just have to move on, Dylan said I was supposed to go to jail, but I'm paralyzed, for the rest of my life they thought that was good enough punishment. Jail? That's so scary I said quietly. Listen beautiful, Dylan rolled his eyes saying that , I started to laugh, My mom woke up "Hi sweets" she said smiling. How'd you sleep? You feel better? Whose the young man, ? You look prettier than ever today? Mom I'm fine and the boy is Dylan, he's a cutie right I whisper. "Be careful"Cas my mom whispered back, "I can hear you guys Dylan screamed" sorry we both say laying. Just got to protect my daughter my mom lectured , Dylan said no worries a guy like me couldn't get a girl like her if she tried! My mom froze because that wasn't her way of thinking she collected her things and said she was going for a walk, "uh goodbye guys" than she strolled away. "Come see me girl" Dylan patted his bed , I couldn't get up but for him I would try , putting my iv on the transporting stand , two feet away I could do it. I had pajamas on, bright pink I slowly one step two step until k was there , now shaking and out of breathe Dylan patted my back, you're so gorgeous he repeats several times, let's talk he said slowly, what's your story I said what happened? He got quieter, well... It was a school dance, homecoming. The football game was good I played quaterback the victory was amazing, at the dance I drank and drank and drank, I brought my four football buddies , we all drank, after the dance I loaded up my sedan, took off, the road was a blurred. I tried to focus, heading to the freeway, they cranked the music, i lost control drove into a oncoming lane of traffic, and killed a small family of children, it took hours to clear the scene , I was rushed to the hospital, I was in a coma for a month, when I woke nobody was in the room, my family left me, friend ashamed of me, I had no feeling in my legs, I was told what happened , It broke my heart, I've been in the hospital ever sense, I have severe brain damage as well to my legs. I lost my football dream, my friends , and popularity , not a day goes by that I don't regret, but I'm alive and I'm trying to forgive myself, so what's your story? Besides cancer Cas? Well umm , I was born in California , but tracked to Jersey until I was 12 than moved to Maine , and that's where I stayed , I have one brother he's a lawyer 32 years old, My dad left and my mom works hard at a business, I was a cheerleader, popular , dated the quarterback, I loved my life , I was starting dance and going to newyork for cheer school, so they day the cancer got me, it took my dreams as well. Dylan said you can still do those things, give it time you'll get better, but better was a word I barley heard from doctors. Just better was what I wished for.