Over the course of the next few weeks, things start to change. I'm feeling better and less tired all the time, so I start thinking instead of thinking about Death, I start thinking about ideas to kill my boredom, not the Cancer. The cancer I was diagnosed with when I was 13, simple at first. A type of leukemia that is super rare and I don't even know the name of, pretty much like on my meds. They said with some chemo and radiation should be going away. But it didn't, I mean it worked for a while, but then it stopped working. So now here I am, my next chemo scheduled next week, sitting on the couch attached to some beeping machines and medicine bags, rubbing my shiny bald head, and staring at a wig my mother bought for me. Pretty simple wig, light brown, bob cut, no bangs. I'm not dying though, not yet.
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An imperial affliction
Teen FictionI'm Anna, I'm 16, I was diagnosed with a rare form of leukemia when I was 13, and I decided to start a foundation for people who wanted to cure cholera with cancer.
