"Alright that's enough for right now." Nurse ally says. "For right now?" I question. "Yes for right now. I'll give you some more later tonight." My nurse said as she unhooked the chemo port from the tube. "Are you sure I can t-take it?" I ask, my voice cracking at the end, almost sounding as if I was going to cry. " you have to" she said as she left the room.
I started to cry, it was silent only tears no hysterical moaning or wails, just tears, my mind was racing, racing about the inevitable pain i was about to have to endure. And racing about the fact that afterwards I might not make it I might just... die...... no, no I can't think about that I have to stay focused, that's how I'm still alive my unruly optimism has always kept me in check. I have been on the brink of death but I have always decided not to give up to stay awake, though I know some don't have that luxury. I should be thankful for what I do have. I have hair, today I'm thankful for my hair. The nurses and the doctors have no idea how my hair is still intact. But I don't care how I'm just thankful. With that thought, and the heaviness I started to feel after the chemo I took a sip of water and went to sleep.
Ik this was a short chapter but I had to set it up for the next one 😚
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The Optimistic Patient And Colby Brock
Hayran KurguElaine Clark is 17, and lives in a hospital because she has stage three leukemia. Not only that, she's an orphan, her parents died when she was fifteen in a car accident that she was also in. After two years of living in a hospital and having foster...
