Chemo went just like last time. My arm was injected with an IV while I watched movies to get my mind off of the disaster of which my called my new young adult life.
Everything went fine and I knew what to expect. Except I didn't expect it to happen oh so quickly.
My scalp felt very numb and tingly the next day. I had to ice it so many times to get rid of the odd sensation that was happening on my head.
Then the next day I woke up to a bald me. My hair was everywhere! It was like hide-and-seek and my hair never ceased to surprise me by being in even the most tiniest of spaces.
"Don't look at me!" I shouted as someone knocked on my door. My mother wasn't the knocking type. It pissed me off every time because she would open the door without knocking. Even when I showered. She knew how angry it made me but she didn't care because in her world privacy didn't exist.
"Oh cariño!" My mother shouted as her eyes traveled up to my head. "I bought you some cute wigs. There's this one particular one...you know the blue and black one that your favorite female artist wears?"
I sobbed, "I don't care. I just want my life back!
"Come on honey! Don't let this tear you down. Rather, look up at the sky and holler that you will overcome whatever life throws at you."
"No," I moaned.
"Mi cariño," my mother looked at me with a straight face. "Take this as a way to express yourself better. You can't just be in this room moping all day."
Moping was the only thing that felt good. I didn't want people to see me and think of me as hideous or undesirable. I wanted to be the girl that people admired and adored.
Why? Why me?
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Ficção AdolescenteIt all started my sophomore year of high school. The first symptom that struck me was the constant headaches. I was easy to brush it off since I had been overwhelmed with before and after school activities. More activities meant more coffee to poiso...
