𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 (𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

1990𝐬, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

⚠️🅃🅁🄸🄶🄶🄴🅁🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬 ⚠️

The 90s begins and luckily I'm get over from Rob. We are friends now and it worked well.
At the beginning from the 90s my new movie "Mermaids" comes out with Christina Ricci and Winona Ryder. The movie is a big success and directly after that I make my "Love hurts" Tour. I already stand on many stages in this tour and today its probably the last. After this tour should come a new one. But will not come.
I sit on my chair in front of the mirror and already with make up on it. I feel terrible and exhausted. But I never feel exhausted before like now. I have headache and maybe a bit fever too. I stroke over my forehead and close my eyes meanwhile. I prefer lie on my bed and sleep. My manager is coming

"Cher the show is starting."

"Yeah yeah I come..."

I say that really exhausted and maybe a bit sick

"Everything okay with you?"

Asks my manager and I stand up and I need help to stand up. I hold with my hand the chair and look at him

"Yes...don't worry...I'm...just exhausted and...I'm looking forward to my bed."

I smile short and the manager nods. Then he walks with me to the direction from the stage til I give my best on the stage. I can't dance almost because of my exhausting feeling. But I don't want show my fans that I don't feel good very well.
After a really exhausting 3 hours I walk back backstage and nobody is behind me. I stand suddenly and hold my hand on the wall. I feel dizzy and I hold my forehead. I try to open my eyes but everything circles. Then is everything black in front my eyes and I fall down on the floor. Short I hear how some people are coming to me saying my name and other things. But then I'm completely away.
Suddenly I open my eyes and I lie in a white room, next to me a drip cup what ends in my veines. I am in the hospital? What happened? I hear steps to my room and the door open. A man with a white shirt is coming in

"Good evening Cher...I'm Doctor R. Don't be scared you are in the hospital now."

I look around and back to him

"Why I am here?  I want back to home."

The doctor takes a paper and walks closer to me

"Well..you was unconscious in the concert hall backstage and we know why. We took samples from you."

I don't understand nothing but I feel not so dizzy. But still exhausted and weird. The doctor continues

"You have the exhausting syndrome because you have the Epstein Barr Virus."

I'm confused what he is saying

"I have what?"

"The epstein Barr virus with the exhausting syndrome."

I'm shocked and panicked because I don't expect that now

"What is that?"

"This virus is just like a flu but he brings you the exhausting syndrome and till you are recovered full takes it a long time. More than 6 months. Some people had it over 1 year."

Explains me the doctor.

I still don't want understand that he said that. I don't want stay sick at home for a while. I must sing on stages

"No..no...I can't do that! I can't stay at home, I must sing. I must work."

The doctor shakes with his head

"No...you don't! Never! We will make an apoloize letter for your management that you must rest now. You get from us antibiotics so that you feel better again. I can't say if you feel better after a month. Please rest at home."

The diagnosis hit me really hard. For a while to don't work is horrible. I lie a bit back with my head and I don't look to the doctor. The doctor is right, I must pay attention of my health so that is not more worst.

"Yes...I rest..."

I say that sad and dissapointed. At the next day I can back to home and I lie on my bed. I have helpers in my house and even though I appreciate that, I feel helpless and stupid. The antibiotics are disgusting and I must vomit after that. Not only because of the antibiotics, it's because of the virus too. I bend over the toilet and wait up til it's over. One of my helpers are coming

"Do you need help Cher?"

I stretch my hand out to her

"No...no please..."

I breath in and out heavy and the helper walks away. I stand up and look in the mirror. My face is pale and my eyes looks tired. I am. I am tired as hell. I lie on my bed and I try to sleep. I sleep so long every day and the virus is killing me. I just hope that is over so that I can stand on stage again...