The shopping bags bounce off my legs as I walk into the hospital room. I want to go home. I don't want to be here. At least, I got to go to the mall.
I sighed when I walked in.
Shopping is fun but I can't buy stuff from a lot of stores I want to shop in, that are meant for my age. I had bought a lot of earring from Claire's, sunglasses, make up and cute sparkly pink leggings from the children's store.
I was tired. It's crazy how tired you get when you have cancer. Cancer, again with that word. I shuddered.
My mom entered the room with tons of bags. Talk about a shopaholic. She loves to shop, no wonder why I get so many presents at Christmas, I also might be because I am an only child and she doesn't have a husband. I don't have a dad. Some times I cry, but it won't do anything.
"Are you tired sweetie?" My mom asked while dropping her bags on the floor.
"Yes, I am, pfff." I put on pyjamas,that came from the kid section at Walmart. I did twirls and leap all the way to the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth. I wished I could go to dance class. A tear strolled down my face. I will never be the same even when I am cancer free. Tears pored down my face I could not stop it. I curled up into a ball, and prayed that god would make the pain stop, that he would make my cancer go away. That I would be normal again. That I could dance. I would have my hair back and go home. The tears kept on coming and coming.
"Honey, are you ok? Can I come in?" My mom was concerned and nervous.
"I don't really want to talk to anyone right now." I sobbed.
"Ok, dear." I could hear a sigh and then I could hear her cry. I hate it when she cries.
"Lord, why my child? Why her?" I heard her cry out for help. I needed to pull it together. I came out of the bathroom and hugged my mom. We hugged for along time and cried together. I went to my bed turned on the tv and watched dance moms. My eyes were heavy, I shut them and started drifting to sleep. But before I did I could feel my mom kiss my bald head.
I am a dancer. I am strong.
YOU ARE READING
A dancer with cancer
Roman pour AdolescentsA young girl battles a battle for her life. Cancer is a struggle that a lot of kids/teens have to face every day. Through the pain they fight. I lost one of my best friend to cancer. I hope this book inspires you!
