The End I Think

Chapter 1

As I sat in my hospital bed, I read my book and prayed I would get better. My cancer formed around a nerve in my brain. The doctor said that I had a 30 out of 70% chance of living. Cici was standing by mom and dad and they were crying. I told them it would be OK. I looked terrible and the next day i got worse. The calender, hanging on my wall said Surgery in 2 days. Oh No!. That meant pain and a very hard recovering time. My legs were as skinny as pencils and my body as flat as a pancake. I'm 8 years old and i can't walk. They wheel me everywhere. Even to see Mrs. Hine. She's the main kid doctor. I like her and so does my littler sister. She's 7 and we are really close to each other. She sends me letters on my I pod. I've only been home once since my Cancer started when i was 2. I got sick when I went back home after 21 hours. I don't want to go to surgery. Cici doesn't want me to die, but I don't think I can hold on to my mom's hand any longer. I have fevers and headache's all the time. I want to die just so I can no longer suffer. I can't take it anymore. ''Sissy, don't go''. Cici said to me in a light whisper. I was asleep, but I could still here her.'' I don't know if I can'' I said very softly. I sounded very stuffy and all I wanted to do then and there was to pass, but i couldn't do that to Cici. Mrs. Hine came in when I woke up. She put another bag of Chemo medicane in my IV. The sickness hurts more than the needle. My mom, dad, and sister were forced out of the room because they had to take an x-ray. I started to scream out '' MOM'' It was the worst feeling when my vain exploded and when the blood started to flow. My body froze in pain.