Today marked the week.of my first chemotherapy session. Surprisingly I decided to do some homework since I've been out for so long. About 30mins. In to my study session. My doctor walked in.
"Yo yo yo time for the chemo " he said trying yo be hip,"see what I did there ?" I laughed at his ridiculousness.
"Ok ok ok can I get readay" I played along.
"No no no we gotta go"he pointed at his watch.
"Alright"I said grimacing. I got up. He put me on a stretcher that was really hard. I was scared. Idk what was going to happen. I grabbed my doctors hand. He just smiled and let me hold it knowing I was terrified. This was gonna suck. Like badly. Chemo was done after about an hour. *sidenote: I don't know how long chemotherapy lasts. But I do know enough about cancer to write the story * Out of nowhere I started to sing.
" She took my arm. I don't know how it happened we took the floor and she saiiiidddd !!" The doc joined , " Oh don't u dare look back just keep it eye's on me , I said ur holding back ! "
Together we sung " SHE SAID SHUT UP AND DANCE WITH ME!!!"
We got up and started dancing just horribly. But it was fun. I didn't care who saw. Today was a great day. I haven't cut in a long time so that's good. I didn't see a reason too. After I got home I found all my blades and threw them out. I felt really good. I just was smiling for no reason. I decided to shave my head cuz I mean I was gonna lose it anyway.I looked pretty good bald. It brought out my eyes. I took a selfie(cuz I was feeling cute not even gonna lie) and posted it with the #effcancer it got a hundred likes in less than 20 mins. I got more followers too. I decided to make something good outta this and created a foundation for kids with cancer. Each one of my followers had to (if the wanted) donate $5 or more to the foundation. The first day it got about 2,000 dollars. I was finally doing good in the world. I wanted to.keep this feeling going.
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