They wouldn't tell me what happens until a week later, when they came into my room, attached to an oxygen machine called a BIPAP since my breathing was, for some reason, being very disappointingly unkind. Mom came in, no Dutch tulip man again. No big surprise, of course. She then told me to come sit on my bed. So I went and sat down and she sat down next to me gave me a big hug. "I know about the cholera foundation that you started, I'm very happy about it.But there something else I have to tell you" Her face then distorts into a way in which I've never seen her face distort. "Honey," she whispers quietly , "I don't mean to alarm you, but..."she trails off for a second I'm wondering what she's thinking about. "Honey" she whispers again almost crying, "your cancer has spread, everywhere."
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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.
