A dancer with cancer

This book was and forever will be dedicated to talia

Just keep swimming

1

I went through the fields, my hair flying through the wind. My feet point in the pink ballet shoes I am wearing. Dance is my life the reason I was born. I was meant to dance. To entertain. To be free. 

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I wake up to something so similar, it's sad. A hospital bed. I stare down at the IV stuck to my arm with tape. I hate needles, but once you have been in the hospital with leukaemia, you get use to it.

I am 13, but look like I am 9, all because of cancer. Cancer. Man, that is still a strange word to me. I looked over and my mom sleeping in the day bed by the window over looking the city of Calgary, there was a pink bed spread draped over her body. When your here as much as us you learn to decorate your room.

My bed also has a hot pink bed spread, I love pink. My walls where covered in pictures, of family and friends, and three giant posters, one of Ellen degeneres, Taylor swift and the last one was the biggest; Talia Joy, she inspires me to make the most of my cancer and be positive. We will both make it through this.

I looked at my iPod charger/clock, it read; 6:30 am. I am up pretty early this morning, must have been the pain from the IV. I pressed the button on the side of my bed that shows that I need a nurse. I checked my Facebook if their was anyone online I could talk to. No one. Just then I heard a knock on the door. 

"Come in." I said quietly because my mom was still sleeping. In walked my favourite nurse, Sheri, she was a kind, warm hearted person, nice to hug, always smelled nice, she was like a second mom.

"Hey sweetie. What do you need, breakfast?" Sheri asked also whispering, since she had saw my mommy still sleeping.

"I need pain killers." I said, while touching my arm.

"I hate IV's too. Ok honey I will go get those for you." She exited the room with a smile.

I haven't really thought about breakfast yet. Since I don't feel like eating most of the time due to my leukemia, so I usually force myself to eat. Forcing yourself to eat when your sick, is like forcing yourself not to eat, but ten times worse.

A nurse walks in to the room handing me the the pills and a glass of cold water. She stayed in the room to watch me take the pills. I took the pill easily then she turned to walk out.

"Wait," she turned around, "can I have a bowl of fruit with whipped cream?" I am so happy the children's hospital has good food.

"Make that two!" My mom said while stretching her arms in the air and letting out a loud yawn. The nurse nodded and then quickly left the room.

"Morning Ella! How was your sleep babe?"

"It was fine."

"That IV is going to be taken out today, so it should be a good day."

I smiled.

"Oh yes it will!"