rising up from the phoenix

CHAPTER 1

Hi my fellow mates I'm Emma. Emma Raine. I'm from Washington, and I've had no specific address or a fixed house , that's probably because we need to move so much for my treatments since I'm a cancer survivor. It's not that bad if you take it in a positive way like you're just a sick person who gets to roam around the whole world and gets free candies from doctors. But taking it as negative shit makes you want to die- losing your pretty hair because of chemo, getting sympathetic looks where ever you go , parents being overprotective gets frustrating at some point.

Now let me tell you what type of cancer i have. It's called gastric cancer. It's in my stomach. I got to know when I was almost 14.

I still remember the night when me and my sister were going to bed , all ready to sleep when I started losing my breath and I had miserable stomach aches that I couldn't bear so my father had to drive me to the hospital at 3 in the morning. My mother crying, with me in her arms and running to the doctors begging for help when I almost dozed off. I woke up the next day in the ICU, I was really exhausted. I glanced over at the room and I saw various pipes attached to my stomach which was horrible to look at. Then I saw my mom walking towards me all crying and sobbing, she looked right into my eyes and said "Are you okay sweetie? Do you need anything? We're here for you okay?" and I softly said "Hey hey don't worry about me. I am going to be alright okay?" She nods softly.
Then my doctor came inside and told me that the cancer in my stomach is growing and is producing little blood clot tumors which hurt me. He also told me that they'll need to do surgery to remove the dumbshit blood clots. No i wasn't scared i was just tired with all this shit going on- my mother crying because of me , my dad spending so much money on my treatments, driving me to the hospital at 3 in the morning. It was all just really tiring when you realize all this is happening because of YOU. But I let it go because I couldn't help it.

After an hour , I was getting really bored so I decided to read my favourite book "Looking for Alaska" by John green. Yeah he's my favourite writer. He writes all depressed shit but I love his work. He's been the only person who writes books that I relate to. And relating to something that you've been through is as comfortable as calling in sick for work to watch the new episodes of money heist with popcorn and beer.

As I started reading , my nurse walked in and she said it was time for my chemo. I kept my book aside so that I could read it once I was done with my chemo for the day.

The doctor walked in fast and started the chemo. I could see my parents standing outside. My dad worried and my mom was on a call with my nanny telling her to take care of my sister. The doctor gave me an 'excited to talk to you' look but I didn't really say anything because I'm much of an introvert who's not into talking to doctors really. I didn't really have many friends to be honest. My parents were my friends , they were always there for me when I needed them. I love them so much.

The doctor finally started the conversation after staring in my eyes for sometime. He looked over at me and said "Hello Emma Raine , how have you been?" I said "Never been better." I didn't want to talk to him so I didn't really give back the same energy, but he kept talking. "How's school for you Emma?" "It's pretty good" i said. He asked me how I felt having cancer. I said I didn't care but the truth was it was really exhausting. I was done with the chemo that day. Before leaving he said to me "Take care Emma and have a good day" with a bright smile on his face.

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